Goin Large (Duck 'N Dodge)
Goin large
Tell them duck and dodge
Father of Asahd
We the best music in my chest
Comes at my request
Cover up you a thimble
Pit pit patter
Damn she nimble
Hips on platter
Damn she tasty
She look down
Then she fainted
Ima pretty nigga
Got em on a line
On my finger
It's the little one
So many wrapped around
You'd think it's bigger
Lay them down
Beats get put to rest
Singing R.I.P
Lay them down
Bitch got put to rest
Singing R.I.P
I don't miss you now
Bye I'm to the next one
Racing like a Jag
Roaring I'm the next up
Shoes don't touch the rug
Unless you wearing Fendi
Niggas running up
BITCH YOU'LL CATCH A TEN PIECE
Goin large
Tell them duck and dodge
Father of Asahd
We the best music in my chest
Comes at my request
Cover up you a thimble
Pit pit patter
Damn she nimble
Hips on platter
Damn she tasty
She look down
Then she fainted
She seen with me
She acting siced
Eyes get big
She love my ice
Boujie bit
Ain't acting right
Shake some ass
She'd rather fight
Ain't got tattoos
Make sure I mark her
Ass Uncle Luke
I ain't ya father
Bathroom locked
She doing lines
Eyes real red
She ain't been crying
Fuck for free
She ain't selling it
Fuck for free
Might be selling dick
Pockets fat
I clearly ball
Dick overdose
Like fentanyl
If I need some bread
I'll just make a call
Damn I love them legs
Always liked them tall
We go buy design
And fuck in the stall
I just gotta see
Open up that shawl
Goin large
Tell them duck and dodge
Father of Asahd
We the best music in my chest
Comes at my request
Cover up you a thimble
Pit pit patter
Damn she nimble
Hips on platter
Damn she tasty
She look down
Then she fainted
Gucci my slippers and
Jays are my sneaks
Speak carefully when you
Talking to me
Call me an ass and she
Say that I'm mean
Give what I get cus I
Am what I
Give what I get cus I
Am what I eat
Love being at war and I
Hate making peace
Tax a fuck nigga yeah
You pay the fee
Tax a fuck nigga cus
My time ain't free
More
Been at the bottom I'm
Ready to see all that
God has in
Store
Buying these gifts got her
Dripped in Dior
Laying it down yea this
Pipe leave her sore
Opium dreams and ya
Shit leave her bored
That's why she never gon
Tell you it's yours
The dent in my bed is
Just her contour
Goin large
Tell them duck and dodge
Father of Asahd
We the best music in my chest
Comes at my request
Cover up you a thimble
Pit pit patter
Damn she nimble
Hips on platter
Damn she tasty
She look down
Then she fainted
Tell them duck and dodge
Father of Asahd
We the best music in my chest
Comes at my request
Cover up you a thimble
Pit pit patter
Damn she nimble
Hips on platter
Damn she tasty
She look down
Then she fainted
Ima pretty nigga
Got em on a line
On my finger
It's the little one
So many wrapped around
You'd think it's bigger
Lay them down
Beats get put to rest
Singing R.I.P
Lay them down
Bitch got put to rest
Singing R.I.P
I don't miss you now
Bye I'm to the next one
Racing like a Jag
Roaring I'm the next up
Shoes don't touch the rug
Unless you wearing Fendi
Niggas running up
BITCH YOU'LL CATCH A TEN PIECE
Goin large
Tell them duck and dodge
Father of Asahd
We the best music in my chest
Comes at my request
Cover up you a thimble
Pit pit patter
Damn she nimble
Hips on platter
Damn she tasty
She look down
Then she fainted
She seen with me
She acting siced
Eyes get big
She love my ice
Boujie bit
Ain't acting right
Shake some ass
She'd rather fight
Ain't got tattoos
Make sure I mark her
Ass Uncle Luke
I ain't ya father
Bathroom locked
She doing lines
Eyes real red
She ain't been crying
Fuck for free
She ain't selling it
Fuck for free
Might be selling dick
Pockets fat
I clearly ball
Dick overdose
Like fentanyl
If I need some bread
I'll just make a call
Damn I love them legs
Always liked them tall
We go buy design
And fuck in the stall
I just gotta see
Open up that shawl
Goin large
Tell them duck and dodge
Father of Asahd
We the best music in my chest
Comes at my request
Cover up you a thimble
Pit pit patter
Damn she nimble
Hips on platter
Damn she tasty
She look down
Then she fainted
Gucci my slippers and
Jays are my sneaks
Speak carefully when you
Talking to me
Call me an ass and she
Say that I'm mean
Give what I get cus I
Am what I
Give what I get cus I
Am what I eat
Love being at war and I
Hate making peace
Tax a fuck nigga yeah
You pay the fee
Tax a fuck nigga cus
My time ain't free
More
Been at the bottom I'm
Ready to see all that
God has in
Store
Buying these gifts got her
Dripped in Dior
Laying it down yea this
Pipe leave her sore
Opium dreams and ya
Shit leave her bored
That's why she never gon
Tell you it's yours
The dent in my bed is
Just her contour
Goin large
Tell them duck and dodge
Father of Asahd
We the best music in my chest
Comes at my request
Cover up you a thimble
Pit pit patter
Damn she nimble
Hips on platter
Damn she tasty
She look down
Then she fainted
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