Dukes Lyrics

I'm on that shit

I'm on that shit

I'm on that shit

This and this

Take his damn sack

Rob em for his racks

Take his damn sack

Bitch I make ah sack

Money on my mind and I'll never change that

I be high out my mind

Coolin with the space be at

I'm So in love with dollar signs my heart da bank be at

Hop inna bitch I get to flyin

Bitch I think I gotta crews

I'm doin numbers all the time

Let damn math be the move

Like I play the line

I just fuckin stick and move

I'm doin numbers all the time

I can teach ya how to boom

I got that fuck sum beef

I got that shit to clear the room

I don't even fuck with heat

My damn guy don't see me when it's cool

I gotdamn trap out nine to five

That shit be extra smooth

Got no money but do crime

Gotta I know that shit be cruel

I truck em out of his shoes

I'm scrap the road with god damn Michelin

I think I need some screws

I got some family up in Michigan

I probably never knew nigga

Money so damn fast

You a thinkin god damn grew nigga

Fuck my old bih

I might have to god damn rob a new nigga

Many a god damn I hit so many licks you'll think that shit was something to do nigga

Get them fuckin bitten

Thinkin shit with god damn food nigga

I must ain't got no clue

I be stampin in my shoe

This shii be damn jungle bih I'm too cut for a zoo nigga run det pack no I can't fumble imma juke and I'm a juke

God damn hot practice I was runnin loops

I was tryin to fuck a swoop

So many rocks that smell like dukes

Shoot a nigga in his face

Leave em dyin in his boots

Ain't chasin racks

Your ass disgrace

Don't give a fuck if you gon shoot my mama

Say go get some cake

So that's the fuck I gotta do

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