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Duffle lyrics

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Duffle song lyrics by Dotta The Dealer official

Duffle is a song in English

90 something milligrams this Addie got me geeked up
finally off probation I was tired of the pee cup
Benny did the bracelet so i gotta roll my sleeves up,
They love you when you winning but that type of love don't mean much
Used to curve me as a youngin
Bitches thought that I was dirty
same clothes the whole week thinkin back that shit hurt me
Now it Champagne everyday And them same hose thirsty
Lord knows i love My mama but the dope game birthed me
invested time in some suckers that Aint never reimburse me
I was Born with a gift same shit that probably cursed me
Ain't No limit to my hustle I be feeling Percy
Might see me in Kentucky betting racks at the derby
They Talk about me on these apps but never put a hand on me
Ex trapper white rapper bet i keep a Blam on me
I was really 14 112 grams on me
100 pounds soaking wet with a rope of tan on me
I got jumped for Brandon's smoke I can't believe he ran on me
So I had to shake it off and start to pick my friends better
I took cases to the hoopti people took the stand on me
I really built it up from nothing I'm a fucking trendsetter

Smoking while I'm riding hundred thousand on the engine
Run these hundreds up until they can't fold
Bitches in my DM and these suckers in my mentions
Every day that I wake up get a bank roll
I'll be in my duffel I don't be up in my feelings
Remember sleeping on the floor and now the coop ain't got no ceiling
If I hit that bitch raw that means I find that bitch appealing
If this rap shit doesn't work then I get back to drug dealing

Fifth of Henny to the dome got me smashed up
still spin the wheels out of town to get my cash up
Took so many losses in this game put my stats up
All off of street shit tribulations and bad luck
Mom seen me leaving out the crib with some packs stuffed
Before my trap jumped I watched my role models letting gats bust
And drug serving pull up on the wrong person the grip serve him
Chest shots hit you like bourbon
My niggas working
Business minded with a better purpose
Forever grinding
You won't catch me nervous
I cut my people off like a bad phone service
He got out of jail acting funny on the surface
Only GOD do the judging motherfuck a gavel
I got money with snakes but who gon trust a rattle
They say it's all love but they only live value
Knife to your back for some racks
they'll be more than glad too
DOTTA

Smoking while I'm riding hundred thousand on the engine
Run these hundreds up until they can't fold
Bitches in my DM and these suckers in my mentions
Every day that I wake up get a bank roll
I'll be in my duffel I don't be up in my feelings
Remember sleeping on the floor and now the coop ain't got no ceiling
If I hit that bitch raw that means I find that bitch appealing
If this rap shit doesn't work then I get back to drug dealing
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Myles Lockwood
Copyright: Sentric Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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