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DEUCE Video (MV)




Performed By: yng deuce
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Brody Salyers




yng deuce - DEUCE Lyrics
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D E U C E that's how you spell the Shit
Heard you makin money must've Thought that You was relevant
Pen to the paper no thought that shit Be elegant
There go that big ass problem that be The Elephant
Now let me talk some real shit you Could Actually feel
That boy skinny as hell
I heard he used to do pills
Will the real slim shady please sit Down
How the f*ck you dye yo hair and get Put out the First round
Sittin back chillin this shit is really a Game to me
I don't hear a word that these Motherf*ckers is Sayin to me
You claim you in the car but you not In the same Lane as me
I stack that motherf*ckin bread and Put it in the Bakery
What's poppin
Ain't bout no jack but I got options
You see me all the time wish you Would quit with All that dodgin
I feel like kodak black cause I don't F*ck with all That flockin
And I'm movin like a mime cause I Don't f*ck With all that talkin
Me and gang havin motion let me get To da point
Meanwhile I'm just chillin I just Rolled me a joint
I don't think you heard me
I don't think you understand
Been gettin money since a Motherf*ckin young Man
Excuse me pardon me let me through
I just mind my business and I stay up In the Booth
I'm not familiar with the f*ck shit but It constantly Come through
I'm steady duckin all the hate that's Why they call Me dodgin deuce
Smellin like a quarter pound of za When I step in
Blunt in my right mic in my left hand
I don't need no triggers cause these Words is my Weapon
All that smoke for free cause the plug Is my Bestfriend
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D E U C E that's how you spell the Shit
Heard you makin money must've Thought that You was relevant
Pen to the paper no thought that shit Be elegant
There go that big ass problem that be The Elephant
Now let me talk some real shit you Could Actually feel
That boy skinny as hell
I heard he used to do pills
Will the real slim shady please sit Down
How the f*ck you dye yo hair and get Put out the First round
Sittin back chillin this shit is really a Game to me
I don't hear a word that these Motherf*ckers is Sayin to me
You claim you in the car but you not In the same Lane as me
I stack that motherf*ckin bread and Put it in the Bakery
What's poppin
Ain't bout no jack but I got options
You see me all the time wish you Would quit with All that dodgin
I feel like kodak black cause I don't F*ck with all That flockin
And I'm movin like a mime cause I Don't f*ck With all that talkin
Me and gang havin motion let me get To da point
Meanwhile I'm just chillin I just Rolled me a joint
I don't think you heard me
I don't think you understand
Been gettin money since a Motherf*ckin young Man
Excuse me pardon me let me through
I just mind my business and I stay up In the Booth
I'm not familiar with the f*ck shit but It constantly Come through
I'm steady duckin all the hate that's Why they call Me dodgin deuce
Smellin like a quarter pound of za When I step in
Blunt in my right mic in my left hand
I don't need no triggers cause these Words is my Weapon
All that smoke for free cause the plug Is my Bestfriend
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Writer: Brody Salyers
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