- 42 Dugg Free Dem Boyz Pt. 2 歌词
- 42 Dugg
- [Intro]
Free them boys, free them boys forever
(Section 8 just straight cooked this mother****er up)
My lil' brother like eight now, see 10 mile
Got one-fifty on 8 Mile
My dirt bike's on 10 Mile, no friends now
[Verse]
Promise not to let them kill me
Clap one time y'all feel me (Bitch)
Clap one time y'all hear me (Bitch)
Clap one time you filthy (Rich)
Bag touched down at sixty
Back on Howell with a condo (Back turnt)
Bitch, watch me climb from the bottom
I don't wanna ****, I'm ****ed up
Ayy, if you ain't ****ed them, you ****ed us
Five hundred thousand made off YouTube
Whole gang get a chain on 42
Man, them youngins with a name gon' blow too
I can't wait 'til Armand graduate school
I keep tellin' Quez, "Nigga, you don't want it like me"
Want a Trackhawk? Get you one like me
I been missin' Lou since 2019
'21 coupe, this is not a '19
And life been crazy, I ain't seen my baby
Sendin' her money, bitch probably still hatin'
Mama, I miss you, sittin' here with these pictures
Gettin' far from rap, gettin' closer to the kitchen
Still **** these niggas, all about my gang
You steal on the Dugg, gon' be hard for me to change
"I don't **** with Dugg," nigga know that shit was lame
Ain't gon' speak about it though
Tell she been ****in' by the sneakers by the door
I ain't thinkin' about a ho, got the bag and the cash
Sell my bud, thirty-eight for the grass
'Cept my bloods, whole team for the racks
Better have a camera, nigga, talkin' 'bout pressin'
These hoes messy, can't trust shit, I **** a bitch bestie
Still on the six-five, down to the seven
Big ass crib, million down just to get it
**** around and lose service, I ain't chillin', I'm servin'
Steady sippin' on syrup, reason I move slow
Put that on my son, fentanyl, then I go
Fell off twice, got back off dope
Done doin' life, can't wait to come home
Niggas ain't with me, do this shit on my own
Correct me if I'm wrong but it's **** niggas
Cuz came home hasty, what's up wit' 'em?
Riq happy I made it, I can tell
Skinny back home from a L
Still free Nell, still free Merey
When they're hatin', I love it
My uncle, nigga, and my brothers
We made it, bitch, used to struggle
Now it's **** all that, when that bag touch
Shoot for every day, for like nine months
I'm grateful, doggy, I ain't had nothin'
Put it all out, I won't have nothin'
This Louis here and these Mike's
Them thirty pointers on my whites
She **** good but I'm scared
Maybe 'cause I still remember Paris
That was our bitch, now she theirs
I ain't trippin' on shit though, she a big ho
Ride '21 Track' with the tint on
Y'all the type of niggas I shit on
Still big 4's, free them boys
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