Correction Paroles HELL NAH par Duke Deuce

Featuring(s) : Co Cash, Gloss Up & Slimeroni

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[Intro: Duke Deuce]
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Ayy, ayy
What the fuck?
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Gloss Up & Duke Deuce]
Only comp I see is me lookin' in the mirror (Huh)
He said  he was hungry so I fed that nigga dinner (Yeah, eat it)
Bad bitch, winner (Winner)
Pussy wet, swimmer (Swimmer)
I see why these bitches mad and sad, they bitter (Ha, bitter, Hell nah, hoe)
Nigga, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Hell nah, hoe)
Yeah, nigga, you know what I'm about (Hell nah, hoe)
All that talkin', put my pussy in your mouth (Hell nah, hoe)
I'm exclusive, you can't fuck me for no clout (Hell nah, hoe)
(What the fuck?)

[Duke Deuce]
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Ayy, ayy)
All this fuckin' money, put this dick up in your mouth
I can change your life, baby, take that cheap ass weave out
Ayy, you trippin', get this Za' and put that cheap ass weed out (Ayy, ayy)

[Slimeroni]
Ayy, nigga (You heard?), I mean just what I said
I don't care about your jewels and I don't care about your bread
I heard you tryna' Birk me out (Huh), shit, I'm just looking for the head (Ha)
'Cause, I ain't fucking for no money, I'm too rich, man, that shit dead

[Co Cash & Gloss Up]
You lick it for some what?
Usually these hoes pay me to fuck (Hoe)
Lil' bitch, you just a nut
I nicknamed that hoe 'Lil' Figure Four'
I ain't got to throw a buck
Just to make a stripper touch her toes (I pass)
I put dick her in her throat
You let her put the pussy on your nose (Niggas trippin')
(Yeah, Glossy, huh)

[Gloss Up & Duke Deuce]
Told a broke nigga he can't do nothing but point me to a rich friend (Where he at, huh?)
Where he at? I'ma let that nigga fuck me in the Benz
On his set, when I throw it back (Good), he gon' throw up that (Huh)
Bitches told me he a dog (Huh), I'ma make that nigga fetch (Ayy, ayy)

[Duke Deuce]
You new to this, I grew to this, I make that shit [?]
You breaking up the money, that shit turned me off admittedly
To intersect my synergy (What?), you gotta match my energy
I take you from your soft ass nigga and fuck you like my enemy (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Slimeroni]
Tryna tell me you don't know me
Slimeroni, one and only
I ain't lying to these niggas (What?)
Keep it P, bitch, never funny
I be fuckin' on a nigga
And in public, he my homie
I ain't pressed about you, nigga (Huh)
Go get another, I ain't lonely

[Co Cash]
Hoe, stop all that acting (Hoe)
Named that bitch, this my lil' Ashley ([?])
She told her nigga she was solid but, let me break it down like a fraction (What?)
You just a bitch that I'm smashin'
Hit then I'm dashin', can't give her passion (Bye)
Can't fuck her without the plastic
Stop with the madness, give me a Magnum (Bitch)

[Chorus: Gloss Up & Duke Deuce]
Only comp I see is me lookin' in the mirror
He said that he was hungry so I fed that nigga dinner
Bad bitch, winner
Pussy wet, swimmer
I see why these bitches mad and sad, they bitter (Hell nah, hoe)
Nigga, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Hell nah, hoe)
Yeah, nigga, you know what I'm about (Hell nah, hoe)
All that talkin', put my pussy in your mouth (Hell nah, hoe)
I'm exclusive, you can't fuck me for no clout (Hell nah, hoe)

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