If I Wanted To Lil Duke (Ft. Gunna)
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[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I couldn't even trust the bitch if I wanted to
Niggas be cappin', talking about what they gonna do
Dripping in designer like Zoboomafoo
Probably fucking on his bitch, no he ain't got a clue
She probably swear to God that she won't lie to you
Already doin' the shit you niggas tryna do
I could call that lil bitch if I wanted to
Baby let's have some fun, we leaving with a few
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Baby let's have some fun, I wanna fuck on your crew
Extendo on my gun, shit like World War II
Living like wild animals from the zoo
Take me an orange Adderall like DS2
Spread them racks on my bed, I got loafs of bread
That bitch Hi-Tech red, give me that super head
Gunna gon' make you beg, down for the dick you spread
Balmain cover my legs, no I ain't rocking no mags
Hope you get out your feelings, go and get in your bag
Bet you keep your semi, ain't no going out sad
Ice all over my body, it's just like an ice attack
Like my drip so they copy, shit like Simon Says
Umm, I ride that Rolls, yeah
Umm, didn't sell my soul, yeah
Umm, designer clothes, yeah
Umm, buy out the store, hey
I couldn't even trust the bitch if I wanted to
Niggas be cappin', talking about what they gonna do
Dripping in designer like Zoboomafoo
Probably fucking on his bitch, no he ain't got a clue
She probably swear to God that she won't lie to you
Already doin' the shit you niggas tryna do
I could call that lil bitch if I wanted to
Baby let's have some fun, we leaving with a few
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Baby let's have some fun, I wanna fuck on your crew
Extendo on my gun, shit like World War II
Living like wild animals from the zoo
Take me an orange Adderall like DS2
Spread them racks on my bed, I got loafs of bread
That bitch Hi-Tech red, give me that super head
Gunna gon' make you beg, down for the dick you spread
Balmain cover my legs, no I ain't rocking no mags
Hope you get out your feelings, go and get in your bag
Bet you keep your semi, ain't no going out sad
Ice all over my body, it's just like an ice attack
Like my drip so they copy, shit like Simon Says
Umm, I ride that Rolls, yeah
Umm, didn't sell my soul, yeah
Umm, designer clothes, yeah
Umm, buy out the store, hey
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