Correction Paroles On My Shit par Lil' Duke

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Yeah
It's your boy Lil Duke
Yeah I'm back on my shit, you know
Yeah-ah

Young nigga I'm on my shit now
I could care less ‘bout a bitch now
Told my mama that we rich now
I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out
Came from the streets so I don't got to learn it
I had to get on my grind and go earn it
Can't catch no trap if you don't got the burner
And they saluting me like a lil colonel
I'm in that new Rari, young California
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring

I was just in the street, now I keep touring
Trap on the block, I just brung home the Taurus
Had to stay at it and I turned important
Mona Lisa on my side and she gorgeous
Broke bitches and they cannot afford me
Balling and get money, yeah that's my hobby
Model bitches with me, yeah they on molly
Bad bitches with me sucking my privates
I got it on me, you know I can't hide it
That's my mamacita and she likes to ride it
I'm out in LA, I'm studio vibing
And it ain't no telling what I be driving
I'm in some shit and you know that it's fast
Walk in the booth and I just might start spazzing
Trunk in the front, the engine in the back
Play with my money, you niggas gettin' blasted
Out in LA on the low with an actress
Used to watch spots and hide work in the mattress
Maison Margiella, bitch you know my fashion
I brought them racks out and you know I'm cashin'
We having parties and we live in mansions
I'm loving this rapping shit with a passion

I cannot ride in that shit if it ain't foreign
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring
I'm on the road with the Thugger, we touring
I cannot ride with that bitch if she boring
I got a thirty on me like I'm Curry
My niggas strapped and we don't got no worries
Nigga complain then he gonna get buried
Different color diamonds just like a parrot
Elliot diamonds, no these are not Jared
Diamonds just got out that brand new McLaren
Pull up and hop out, they staring
I'm having déjà vu, my bitch the baddest
Put that shit on, that be tragic
Don't got no stylist, I got my own fashion
Thirty-one Robbins like Baskin
Thinkin' ‘bout robbing, you gonna get blasted
I'm in the back of the ‘Bach
And I'm sipping on lean and I'm drinking on Act
I used to be in the street
Run up on niggas and rob with a mask
Then I start selling the gas
I ran up a sack and I bought me some bags

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