Duck Lyrics – Roy Deezy
Singer: Roy Deezy
Title: Duck
We on top
Y’all in the way
Ay
Millyon Dollar Vision, baby
Uh, my mama calls me Duck but n#gg#, you can call me Deezy
I’m a nightmare to these rappers, my b#tch p#ss#’s wet as Squeegees
Free my f#ckin’ n#gg#s, I don’t do this sh#t for TV
The third letter in the alphabet, couldn’t even see me
Ain’t no sense in tryna G me, that pistol on my Me jeans
With a chamber full of danger, I’m a nut like The Professor
Get her home and then undress her, when we done she clean the mess up
And that’s maybe you can stay the night, ‘
Nеver wore a suit and tie, who I’m gеttin’ married to?
I ain’t got no time for b#tches trackin’ down my every move
If you ever cross that line, I promise I’ma bury you
People say that Fatty act just like me, sh#t, I bet he do
Wake up, smell the Folgers, she said break her, broke her
This that OG Kush I’m smokin, you could tell just by the odor
I eat p#ss#, I eat Schroeder’s, I ain’t good with my composure
And the doctor say I’m fine, but it’s my flow that got Ebola
Roll a stogie, yeah, that gold weed
What up Khloë? What up Milly?
I’m so ill-y on the real-y, yeah, my team is worth a billi’
I get cheese, but I fulfill-y
If you n#gg#s try and kill me, y’all gon’ f#ck around and lose a left eye like
Is you silly? I don’t wait in line
Baby, I’m a regular
Even in the county I was workin’ off a cellular
Shoutout to Alyssa, yeah, I’m sure you get the picture
But I had to let her go, ’cause she wouldn’t say the mister
I don’t miss her, I don’t judge her, only kissed her, I don’t love her
Mel Gibson, Danny Glover, lethal weapon for protection
Respected like I’m Cedric, I’m fly just like The Jetsons
And I’m sure that you don’t need no phone to get that f#ckin’ message
In the session I’m like Tekken when I kick that sh#t like judo
And there’s only room for uno in this b#tch just like a sumo
I never been to Mars, but I’m a f#ckin’ fan of Bruno
Double cup, this styrofoam, what’s inside? It look like Nuvo
In that two door, I’m like Ricky Bobby, all I do is shake and bake
Told her, “I just want some p#ss#, I ain’t tryna take his place”
Money is my day to day, bag a b#tch like Jake The Snake
Ain’t no eatin’ sh#t off in my whip but it got paper plates
f#ck you mean you hot as me? You boys can’t even catch a flame
Headin’ down the road to riches and I’m in that exit lane
Ridin’ with my bottom b#tch, ass, she got a lot of it
I tend to keep these n#gg#s out my business like a private fence
Now she call me Undertaker, everything I find, I bury
Shoutout to my n#gg# TP, I ain’t talkin’ Tyler Perry
Courtside at the Staples Center, you can keep the change
I tweeted Timbaland and said, “I’m higher than Aaliyah’s plane’
f#ck they gon’ do to me, they haven’t tried to do to me
Usually I give ’em four, now I give ’em two a piece
Bottle after bottle, tell em’ “Put it on my tab, G”
n#gg#, I’m a menace with these b#tches, n#gg#, ask Zeke
16 I was sellin’ work, 18 I was baggin’ weed
By 20 I was in the joint, flippers on that half a key
A b#tch can’t get a dollar out me, let alone some Applebee’s
My baby mama said I’m a pothead like Johnny Appleseed
And that was over they head, I guess I overdo ’em
Like Cam Newton, ya’ man’s blew and keep playin’ stupid
This block music, it’s hot too, when the cops cruisin’
And those n#gg#s that carry Glocks would not use ’em
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