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Joyner Lucas - Duck Duck Goose Lyrics

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

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)

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)


[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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