Duts lyrics

[Intro]
See, why a n*gga make a mothaf*ckin song like this, cuz mothaf*ckas always off in a n*ggas ear, like a n*gga dont do sh*t, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla wop wo wop wop wop. all you do is mothaf*ckin nag, stay off my n*ggas di*k like a tick b*tch you irritate a n*gga like an itch, this is why a n*gga wants to tell yall, get off my di*k and my nuts, BIITCH!

[Verse]
Some of yall ?
Here its big game
Put ya name in shame
Its yo f*ckin bling
Sure dont make a mothaf*ckin punk raw ???
You thinkin with ya brain
Ya thinkin with ya dingaling
Lost in the sauce
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Had a bad b*tch and a grill but ya lost
Washed up now
Still lookin up
No ??? can't pay yo dues so you gotta blow
Flow
Some like war
Gotta think hard
Gotta be a little smart
Can't be ???
With all that vulgar destruction
Gets ya blood rushin
Make a n*gga wanna bad ???
One roundabout knocked out
Call it a brick
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Can't hold with a brawler b*tch
These n*ggas is raw
We got the hooks upside ya jaw
[Chorus]
Yall hoes get off my duts (AHH)
Yall hoes get off my duts (AHH)
Yall hoes get off my duts (whats yo duts?)
Ma di*k and my nuts

Yall n*ggas get off my duts (AHH)
Punk n*ggas get off my duts (AHH)
Punk n*ggas get off my duts (whats yo duts?)
Ma di*k and my nuts

[outro]
Hey king, bump that sh*t man, this collipark music, f*ck all these hoes and these n*ggas
Check this out, dont even worry bout it, matter of fact, we gonna let dj science rip they ass, check it out

(dj scratches up samples of two men saying 'my di*k' and 'my balls' until fade)