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Yeh Video (MV)




Performed By: Duke Deuce
Featuring: Quality Control
Length: 3:06
Written by: Patavious Isom




Duke Deuce - Yeh Lyrics
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[ Featuring Quality Control ]

Ayoza
What the f*ck?
Aye, aye (ha)

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah),
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Yeah, I'm raw, 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 (yeah), head banger (yeah),
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

What the f*ck? That my ad lib
At first they wanna hate me, 'til I run off on a deal
Do that nigga got a hundred? 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
Back then she wouldn't f*ck 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 motherf*cking pills
Weed vacuum sealed, aye, 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 (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Head banger (Yeah), head banger (yeah)
Head banger (Yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (Yeah)
Twisted fingas (yeah), twisted fingas (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
(Goddamn, 'Za)
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Ayoza
What the f*ck?
Aye, aye (ha)

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah),
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Yeah, I'm raw, 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 (yeah), head banger (yeah),
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

What the f*ck? That my ad lib
At first they wanna hate me, 'til I run off on a deal
Do that nigga got a hundred? 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
Back then she wouldn't f*ck 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 motherf*cking pills
Weed vacuum sealed, aye, 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 (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Head banger (Yeah), head banger (yeah)
Head banger (Yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (Yeah)
Twisted fingas (yeah), twisted fingas (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
(Goddamn, 'Za)
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Writer: Patavious Isom
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