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Duvy
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(Frank Joseph)
Hmm-hmm
It's Duvy, hmm
Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique (my clique)
Know me I'ma grind for that shit (right)
Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit
Back then, they ain't fuck with the kid (they ain't fuck with the kid)
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is
I'ma just get how it is
Get thoughts about death is near
Ain't no love shit, hmm-hmm
If you live how I live, you'll tear
Keep Miami Heat out here
Ain't no rule shit, hmm-hmm
They been knew it's unfair
Man, fuck, we do this (do this)
And it's so dangerous
Them broke up buildings where we chillin' (ballin')
There ain't no blaming us
Them crooked coppers do the dealings (dealings)
Whole mind set different
Can't explain how I been feelin' (I've been feelin' man)
My head straight hot (hot), like fuck all of these feelings (like fuck 'em)
Need a bitch who gon' ride, and moving 15 when we in it (when we in it)
Stay down 'til a nigga winning, the type of feeling I been feeling (feeling)
Free gang out detention (out detention), I'm with them niggas you be fearing (fearing)
And I'm straight in it (and I'm in it), four miles niggas I'ma get it (I'ma get it)
Hmm-hm, type of feeling I been feeling
Hmm-hm, is it you shawty I been feeling (bitch)
Hmm-hm, can't be up in my feelings (no, no)
Hmm-hm, man fuck all of these feelings (man fuck 'em)
Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique (my clique)
Know me I'ma grind for that shit (right)
Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit
Back then, they ain't fuck with the kid (they ain't fuck with the kid)
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is
The type of feelings I been feeling
To hit a nigga if he grilling
Homicides, lotta lives gone in a blink
This ain't how you wan' be living
I just stick with money itching
You niggas too focused on bitches
Lil' nigga catch a seat start the clock ticking
Lil' mama can't you see I'm on my riches (Frank Joseph)
Lil' nigga, lil' nigga you don't really want me for my niggas
Lil' mama, lil' mama, stop the drama between you and my bitches
And there's enough sauce to make two of me
Tryna fill up my dresser with jewelry
Had to leave the bitch, she ain't even switch
But I can't make her make a fool of me
Tryna build me a house with a pool and shit
So I can fill me and my hooligans
Come on lil' nigga we ain't new to this
A lotta niggas on my shooter list
A lotta niggas on my shooter list
A lotta niggas they gon' do you quick
My bitch she bad ain't no Ludacris
Got a lotta money ain't know what to do with it
Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that shit
Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't fuck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is
Fuck love and these bitches I'm just tryna get rich (yeah)
These new niggas gon' switch (yeah)
So a young nigga gotta keep six (yeah)
My bros we getting these chips (yeah)
Fuck nigga mad I took his bitch (yeah)
On the road we making these nips
Better fall back my shooter gon' itch
Keep a rasta (yeah), he gon' shot (yeah)
Hit your block up (yeah)
These niggas actors (yeah)
Break down like fractions (yeah)
Big bro gon' mop yuh
Big bro gon' mop yuh
Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that shit
Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't fuck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is
(Frank Joseph)