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Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Vocals
Ayoza
Ayoza
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patavious Isom
Patavious Isom
Songwriter
Isiah Carter
Isiah Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayoza
Ayoza
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Lyrics

Ayoza What the fuck? Ayy, ayy Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking We came from nothing, we came from nothing Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah Yeah, I rob, yeah, I kill Yeah, I get them deals out them California hills Just because I fell back, that don't mean I fell off I got big dawg status, hitters knock your head off Smoking weed at the school, gettin' in trouble with the law Hard headed ass nigga, mama said your ass soft Hard headed ass nigga damn near knocking heads off Daddy found out I was GD, damn near knocked my chest off Never been a scared nigga, never been no dumb nigga I was 'bout that bread, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga At 15, popping meds, nigga, could've been a dead nigga You heard what I said, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking We came from nothing, we came from nothing Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking We came from nothing, we came from nothing Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah What the fuck? That, that my ad lib At first they wanna hate me, 'til I run off on a deal Do that nigga got a hunnid? Do that nigga got a mil'? Boy, don't worry about my pockets, come and pick up your ho heels YRN diamond chains give a nigga chill Bet that she wan' fuck me now, she suck me soft until I'm still Stupid boy, don't ask what's popping if you tryna make a deal Boy, the only thing popping is these motherfucking pills Weed vacuum sealed, ayy, put 'em on the wheels, uh Get it out the mud even though I got a deal It is what it is, my nigga, this shit real Ten toes on my feet, ain't no stranger to the field Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking We came from nothing, we came from nothing Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, trap be bunking, trap be bunking We came from nothing, we came from nothing Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah Head banger, head banger (Yeah) Head banger (Yeah), head banger Head banger (Yeah), twisted fingers, twisted fingers Twisted fingers, twisted fingers (Yeah) Twisted fingers, twisted fingers (Yeah) Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
Writer(s): Patavious Isom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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