Joyner Lucas Duck Duck Goose Lyrics
Presenting you “Joyner Lucas Duck Duck Goose Lyrics” by Joyner Lucas. The song name is Duck Duck Goose.
Joyner Lucas Duck Duck Goose Lyrics
Ayy
F^^k these ni^^as talking ’bout, bi^^h? (Oh)
Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail, well, ni^^a, I’m poppin’ out, bi^^h
Hittin’ my stands, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket [?], bi^^h (Oh, oh, oh)
Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van, I’m hoppin’ out, bi^^h
It done got a ni^^a started, I ain’t stoppin’ now, bi^^h
Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bi^^h
Bring smoke to you ni^^as, no [?] mouth, bi^^h
F^^k it, I’m blackin’ out, bi^^h
It’s the type of sh^t that make a ni^^a hide behind a heater
Type of sh^t that make a ni^^a aim the choppa at the Bimmer/Beamer (Oh, oh, oh)
Used to be the underdog, now I’m rockin’ out arenas
Everything I touch is water and I got it by the litter (Oh, oh)
This is not the Aquafina, that’s PH3
Tell your offsprings, I’m D-A-D (Boom, boom)
And you bi^^h say I’m her B-A-E
And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D
She know I’ma k^ll that C-A-T (Hey)
Bandana tied like B-A-C (Hey)
I don’t even get high off THC
I got a natural vibe, ADHD
I’ve been B-A-D since I was like two (Facts)
ni^^a, I’m the truth
I put my life on it, I’ll die in the booth (Ayy)
Couldn’t touch me with a fly masseuse
Street ni^^a but I still look fly in a suit (Fly in a suit)
I’m the guy on the roof, I’m not gangbanger, they lyin’ to you
I’m actually the guy that they hire to shoot (Bah, bah, yeah)
I’ve been dyin’ to shoot
I don’t like rules, I’m tired of rules
A president, yeah, that’s how I introduce
Make one phone call, I’m flyin’ the troops (Yeah)
This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, ni^^a, I’m the goose (Duck)
Duck, duck, goose, ni^^a, I’m the goose (Duck)
And I ain’t wanna do it, but that’s what they ask for
ni^^as ask for so much that I had to act poor
And I might just sleep on the Maybach floor
I got a safe big enough to put a F^^kin’ backdoor (Oh, oh, oh)
I got a Wraith big enough to put a F^^kin’ [?]
Way before I had a Lambo, I used to push rad Ford (Oh, oh, oh)
Record labels had my demo, they would push it fast forward
Now I make so much money, that I’m startin’ to act bored (Oh)
This sh^t get way too real, my ni^^a
You gon’ F^^k around and make me go to jail, my ni^^a (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
sh^t I figured I’d do what I feel, my ni^^a
Joyner Lucas ain’t got no chill, my ni^^a (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Atlanta got me back when I was starvin’, I was doin’ anything to get my ni^^as to put up the mills, my ni^^a (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Once them ni^^as [?], I became the biggest independent artist in the mo^^erF^^kin’ world, my ni^^a (Oh, oh)
I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs
I put a sign on your chain that say, “Please, rob” (Please, rob)
Just a [?], to beat me you need a mob or you need God
Might need King Kong and a tree top, couldn’t even picture with a screenshot (With a screenshot)
If Eve gave me the apple, I’d be Steve Jobs
Don’t give me advice, go read on Wikipedia, huh
Swervin’ on ’em ’til I hit the F^^kin’ medium/million, huh
Speedin’ on ’em, I ain’t talking ’bout a [?], huh
Ball on the mic’, talking ’bout [?], huh
I caught a body, hopped out of the both (Yeah)
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