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fbg duck – haha كلمات اغاني

[intro: fbg duck]
no, i don’t want no autotune
this what they want, right?
i got yella in the booth with me
this how they want me to come (okay, cool), so this how i’m comin’
(gang_gang)
sb

[chorus: fbg duck]
these n_ggas be b_tches, these n_ggas be trickin’
don’t f_ck with new n_ggas, i ride with my brothers (gang)
see, i was the shooter and he was the hustler
his coke come from cuba, my chopper from russia (sh_t)
these n_ggas trippin’ over b_tches, you buggin’ (b_tch)
that b_tch is so ugly, that b_tch is disgustin’ (ugh, ugh)
so i made her put her head under the cover (ugh, woah)
you trip over nothin’, my draco’ll bust you (woo)
that b_tch’ll go glah, glaow (glaow)
i’m ’bout my spinach, so n_ggas be callin’ me popeye
run up on me, you can try
but i’ma send you to the heavenly father
man, them n_ggas on nothin’
them n_ggas look like a group of d_mn dummies (fbg sh_t)
them n_ggas so broke and that sh_t is so funny (fbg, b_tch)
so we be just laughin’ at n_ggas like, “haha” (gang, turn up)
[verse 1: fbg duck]
n_ggas be talkin’ that sh_t like we won’t pull up on their block and do a drive_by (glaow)
nah, nah, we gon’ take ’em to the top of a building and make ’em skydive (what else?)
i’m the type of guy to tell your b_tch if she knew better, she’ll do better (what else?)
i hang with the type of gang that’s ready to get into it with whoever (gang)
man, i hate when a f_ck boy try to act like he really know (lame)
keepin’ tooka name in your mouth, you f_ck boys know how to really blow me (goof’_ass)
i treat her like she nothin’ (b_tch)
you treat her like she special (b_tch)
you bein’ too extra (too extra, gang_gang)
but her head was so good, boy, she deserve a medal (yeah, money)

[chorus: fbg duck & king yella]
these n_ggas be b_tches, these n_ggas be trickin’
don’t f_ck with new n_ggas, i ride with my brothers (gang)
see, i was the shooter and he was the hustler
his coke come from cuba, my chopper from russia (sh_t)
these n_ggas trippin’ over b_tches, you buggin’ (b_tch)
that b_tch is so ugly, that b_tch is disgustin’ (ugh, ugh)
so i made her put her head under the cover (ugh, woah)
you trip over nothin’, my draco’ll bust you (woo)
that b_tch’ll go glah, glaow (glaow)
i’m ’bout my spinach, so n_ggas be callin’ me popeye
run up on me, you can try
but i’ma send you to the heavenly father
man, them n_ggas on nothin’
them n_ggas look like a group of d_mn dummies
them n_ggas so broke and that sh_t is so funny (argh)
so we be just laughin’ at n_ggas like, “haha”
[verse 2: king yella & fbg duck]
see, yella a problem up in it (ah)
young monster, that thirty turn you into a block name (glaow)
my n_ggas come through with them glocks, mane (baow)
i swear to god we don’t have no aim (grrt)
the draco, it body, kurt cobain (woo)
yeah, i’m a demon with no veins (woo)
i aim at your body, hit your face (huh?)
r.i.p., murder was the case (bah)
doa, dead on arrival (urr)
holdin’ my chopper with bibles (brrt)
i’m movin’ my crib to an island (yoom)
my youngins, they k!llin’, they wildin’ (turn up)
i’m aimin’ this right at my rivals (brrt, bah_bah_bah)
i hit you with this, no survival (argh)
now you can really rest in peace (b_tch, gang_gang)
’cause you got murdered in silence (uh)

- fbg duck

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