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Joyner Lucas – Duck Duck Goose Lyrics

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Joyner Lucas – Duck Duck Goose Lyrics

 [Intro]

Ayy

[Refrain]

Fuck these niggas talking ’bout, bitch? (Oh)

Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail, well, nigga, I’m poppin’ out, bitch

Hittin’ my stands, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket [?], bitch (Oh, oh, oh)

Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van, I’m hoppin’ out, bitch

It done got a nigga started, I ain’t stoppin’ now, bitch

Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch

Bring smoke to you niggas, no [?] mouth, bitch

Fuck it, I’m blackin’ out, bitch

[Verse 1]

It’s the type of shit that make a nigga hide behind a heater

Type of shit that make a nigga aim the choppa at the Bimmer/Beamer (Oh, oh, oh)

Used to be the underdog, now I’m rockin’ out arenas

Everything I touch is water and I got it by the litter (Oh, oh)

This is not the Aquafina, that’s PH3

Tell your offsprings, I’m D-A-D (Boom, boom)

And you bitch say I’m her B-A-E

And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D

She know I’ma kill that C-A-T (Hey)

Bandana tied like B-A-C (Hey)

I don’t even get high off THC

I got a natural vibe, ADHD

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I’ve been B-A-D since I was like two (Facts)

Nigga, I’m the truth

I put my life on it, I’ll die in the booth (Ayy)

Couldn’t touch me with a fly masseuse

Street nigga but I still look fly in a suit (Fly in a suit)

I’m the guy on the roof, I’m not gangbanger, they lyin’ to you

I’m actually the guy that they hire to shoot (Bah, bah, yeah)

I’ve been dyin’ to shoot

I don’t like rules, I’m tired of rules

A president, yeah, that’s how I introduce

Make one phone call, I’m flyin’ the troops (Yeah)

[Chorus]

This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah)

Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I’m the goose (Duck)

Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I’m the goose (Duck)

[Verse 2]

And I ain’t wanna do it, but that’s what they ask for

Niggas ask for so much that I had to act poor

And I might just sleep on the Maybach floor

I got a safe big enough to put a fuckin’ backdoor (Oh, oh, oh)

I got a Wraith big enough to put a fuckin’ [?]

Way before I had a Lambo, I used to push rad Ford (Oh, oh, oh)

Record labels had my demo, they would push it fast forward

Now I make so much money, that I’m startin’ to act bored (Oh)

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This shit get way too real, my nigga

You gon’ fuck around and make me go to jail, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shit I figured I’d do what I feel, my nigga

Joyner Lucas ain’t got no chill, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Atlanta got me back when I was starvin’, I was doin’ anything to get my niggas to put up the mills, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Once them niggas [?], I became the biggest independent artist in the motherfuckin’ world, my nigga (Oh, oh)

I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs

I put a sign on your chain that say, “Please, rob” (Please, rob)

Just a [?], to beat me you need a mob or you need God

Might need King Kong and a tree top, couldn’t even picture with a screenshot (With a screenshot)

If Eve gave me the apple, I’d be Steve Jobs

Don’t give me advice, go read on Wikipedia, huh

Swervin’ on ’em ’til I hit the fuckin’ medium/million, huh

Speedin’ on ’em, I ain’t talking ’bout a [?], huh

Ball on the mic’, talking ’bout [?], huh

I caught a body, hopped out of the both (Yeah)

[Chorus]

This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah)

Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I’m the goose (Duck)

Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I’m the goose (Nigga, I’m the goose)

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[Refrain]

Hol’ up

Fuck these niggas talking ’bout, bitch? (Oh)

Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail, well, nigga, I’m poppin’ out, bitch

Hittin’ my stands, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket [?], bitch (Oh, oh, oh)

Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van, I’m hoppin’ out, bitch

It done got a nigga started, I ain’t stoppin’ now, bitch

Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch

Bring smoke to you niggas, no [?] mouth, bitch

Fuck it, I’m blackin’ out, bitch

[Outro]

It’s the type of shit that made a nigga wanna catch a body

It’s the shit that made a nigga say that I’m Illuminati

Same shit that make me turn my killing spree to a hobby

It’s a duck, duck, goose, if they ever wanna try me


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