Joyner Lucas Duck Duck Goose Lyrics. This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah) Duck, duck, goose, ni^^a, I’m the goose (Duck) Duck, duck, goose, ni^^a, I’m the goose (Duck) And I ain’t wanna do it, but that’s what they ask for ni^^as ask for so much that I had to act poor.
Joyner Lucas Duck Duck Goose Lyrics
Ayy
F^^k these ni^^as talking ’bout, bi^^h? (Oh)
Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail, well, ni^^a, I’m poppin’ out, bi^^h
Hittin’ my stands, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket [?], bi^^h (Oh, oh, oh)
Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van, I’m hoppin’ out, bi^^h
It done got a ni^^a started, I ain’t stoppin’ now, bi^^h
Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bi^^h
Bring smoke to you ni^^as, no [?] mouth, bi^^h
F^^k it, I’m blackin’ out, bi^^h
It’s the type of sh^t that make a ni^^a hide behind a heater
Type of sh^t that make a ni^^a 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 bi^^h say I’m her B-A-E
And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D
She know I’ma k^ll 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
I’ve been B-A-D since I was like two (Facts)
ni^^a, 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 ni^^a 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)
This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, ni^^a, I’m the goose (Duck)
Duck, duck, goose, ni^^a, I’m the goose (Duck)
And I ain’t wanna do it, but that’s what they ask for
ni^^as 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 F^^kin’ backdoor (Oh, oh, oh)
I got a Wraith big enough to put a F^^kin’ [?]
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)
This sh^t get way too real, my ni^^a
You gon’ F^^k around and make me go to jail, my ni^^a (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
sh^t I figured I’d do what I feel, my ni^^a
Joyner Lucas ain’t got no chill, my ni^^a (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Atlanta got me back when I was starvin’, I was doin’ anything to get my ni^^as to put up the mills, my ni^^a (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Once them ni^^as [?], I became the biggest independent artist in the mo^^erF^^kin’ world, my ni^^a (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 F^^kin’ 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)
This a landmine, you gon’ die if you move (Yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, ni^^a, I’m the goose (Duck)
Duck, duck, goose, ni^^a, I’m the goose (ni^^a, I’m the goose)
Hol’ up
F^^k these ni^^as talking ’bout, bi^^h? (Oh)
Before I made mills, they was hopin’ I fail, well, ni^^a, I’m poppin’ out, bi^^h
Hittin’ my stands, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket [?], bi^^h (Oh, oh, oh)
Stick to my plan, got plenty M on my van, I’m hoppin’ out, bi^^h
It done got a ni^^a started, I ain’t stoppin’ now, bi^^h
Can’t walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bi^^h
Bring smoke to you ni^^as, no [?] mouth, bi^^h
F^^k it, I’m blackin’ out, bi^^h
It’s the type of sh^t that made a ni^^a wanna catch a body
It’s the sh^t that made a ni^^a say that I’m Illuminati
Same sh^t that make me turn my k^lling spree to a hobby
It’s a duck, duck, goose, if they ever wanna try me
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