Lil Yachty - Dynamic Duo (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Yachty - Dynamic Duo (en) Lyrics
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Ayy lil' Instagram ho, how much you
fuckin’ for? (And some head)
After me, go in that room
and show some love to bro
(Go get bro together)
Fuck that fame shit (Bitch), bitch
don't play that role (Bitch)
You just another ho (Bitch), you just
ain't been exposed (Yeah), ayy
Heard niggas looking for me,
I ain’t hiding jack (Never)
I'm prolly in that 'Cat with an
explosive on my lap (Boom)
Don't no nigga 'round me stomach touch
they back, that's all facts
These niggas all cap, if we deep
we all strapped (Graah)
They talk good in that studio,
it's all rats (They talk)
I talk good in that studio, it's
all facts (That’s facts)
The bros look like rappers
but them niggas all trap
I’ll let that chopper scream like
a text with all caps (Braah)
Mar-Mar on his way, I lovе talking
to my nigga (Free bro)
Her head on my lap, she lovе talking
to my zipper (Noggin)
This MAC it hit yo back like you
was coughing, lil' nigga
Since you can’t stay in yo place,
stay in this coffin, lil' nigga
Ran into this famous bitch, she
said want some coke (Whatever)
I said what you need, bitch we got
that by the truckload (We got it)
She said she wanna do some' (Woo),
told her get the fuck on (Bitch)
Bitch you a custo', I serve,
I don’t fuck those (Bitch)
You know I got the drip, my sweater
fifty Benjis (Five bands)
If I can't fuck the bitch then she
must be in prison (Behind bars)
The competition non-existent,
I don't see them (Nah)
Bro smacked him with that Eagle, bitch
my niggas evil (Bitch, come here)
That's why I thank God
I can eat with rap
'Cause my gun like some silverware,
yeah I can eat with that (Eat)
Since he a hot head, add
some more heat to that
Let that heater clap when he drop, we
ain't gon' speak on that (Baow)
I'll put them shooters on your
doorstep (Knock, knock)
Then bring yo head back, I'll
tell 'em nice job (Good job)
Forty-five thousand for the
Rolex (Whatever, nigga)
Another forty thousand for the
ice job (Bling, blaow)
I just met my plug out in
Vegas (Out in Vegas)
He bring that bag back, we doin'
flexin' (We gon' what?)
Rich nigga dick, bitch, taste
it (Oh, taste it)
Don't run, be a big girl,
take it (Bitch, shut up)
The nigga shot my brother, he ain't
speakin' (He's not speakin')
Not because he anti-social, he ain't
breathin' (He outta here)
Niggas say they got it out
the mud (That's all)
I wish I had it that good, I got it
out the cement (Wait up), hold up
How the hate gon' keep me under (Huh?)
When the government couldn't
keep me down (Nah)
Fuck the throne, I just
want some money (Yeah)
Y'all can keep the crowns
Before my momma went fed,
she had ki's and pounds
Told her keep them racks out her trap,
it's too much cheese around
I don't want no more rap friends,
these niggas bitches (Yeah)
I don't compete or beef at all,
so that's fictitious (Mmm)
I'm concrete as hell, fuck a scale,
we'll share the riches
I just might ice out your bitch
for washing dishes (Mmm)
We won't give a fuck about his
words and final wishes
I know some niggas from the 'burbs
that's pullin' switches (Brr)
Hit the corner soft, let it
off, then skrted off (Helluva
made this beat, baby)
Now they seeing demons every time
he turn and toss (Slatt)
I know niggas taking Vicodins,
they Randy Moss
I took several trips with a
look-a-like Kate Moss (Go)
My diamonds cost that me after, it's
okay 'cause it's real Voss (Wet)
Did a lot of shit before the
mask, I paid the cost
My lil' bro a real street sweeper,
he get it off (Jake)
My main bitch, the flyest bitch
alive, she never lost
Shit, I may never lose
This shit gon' slap 'em hard,
they'll never snooze
My grip so damn tight on my sack,
I left a bruise (Slatt)
We beat that nigga lavish partner
sleeping, it's never rules
If she got any thing out of me,
I wasn't tricked (Go, go, go)
They can only get my chain
if I lose it, I'm never
licked (Go, go, go, go)
My homie whacked a nigga and went
missing, he really sick (Damn)
A bitch 'round my bitch can't get
much but basic dick (Damn)
My old bitch was really
old, born in '86
Think before my OG had the
music had eighty bricks
Move like the service 'round my
head like the Taliban (Brr)
Stretch like the task force
with a backyardigans
I never invest in a G,
in another man (Boat)
Forty-five hundred on a
Cartier cardigan (Sus)
I was just getting neck for my minions
If it don't fit, we hit the
tailor and we take it in
Don't know why she was being
stiff, I had to break it in
Praying for my niggas outside,
I hope they make it in
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