- 42 Dugg Y&T 2 歌詞
- 42 Dugg
- [Intro]
I got that white shit on too, bitch (Yall know what the **** that is)
By now yall know what the **** Im talkin bout (Ya dig)
Yeah, young turnt nigga, bitch, the movement
[Verse 1]
All these bitches do is gossip (Thats all)
**** findin love where them blocks at
Ho tellin me Im toxic, she done ****ed a ho, what projects?
See a buss down by a nigga on my way to Avianne
Took a ho to Tiffanys, she aint ever been off Connors
I got niggas locked in Adrian, still talk shit like Browner
I see a bad bitch and I want her, either Im prolly ****in or Im gone
Yeah, this coat by Saint Laurent, cant say I aint the one
Make my bitch suck dick for hours and she swear I hate to cum
Might call my bro, like, 'Make your jump'
Bitch had my paper, I hate to front
Got places for dinner, got places for lunch
She love a nigga but hate to stunt
Im young and turnt, cant make this up
My bitches all bad, talkin eights and up
Tell em, 'Knock her off,' wont say for what
Two hunnid, the jury, no safe for us
Im safe enough, put me in the game, Im lacin up
No, I lace enough, dawg, Im raisin mutts, paws
My niggas all hatin, shit, its not the same, its different
Cost forty-five plane, not to mention
Nother twenty-five bucks on the right wrist
Told a ho , I wanna ****, I dont like kissin
Big face, presidents, I dont like niggas (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Said a bitch freaky and I know it
Look at my wrist, Im glowin
Big face go as I point
Dont even gotta tell me , Im knowin
She goin, she goin, she goin, she gone
Im young and turnt on my own
Cant wait til my brother get home
Im young and turnt in this bitch
All my niggas lit
[Verse 2]
Ayy, what you would do for a tip?
Ho, it dont even matter, Im rich
Prolly **** my brother, my cousin
Got niggas still textin they love you
For the night, baby, **** your nigga
Porsche white, blue, **** it, nigga, Im sippin
For the ATL, Im crippin
For the nineteen it dont really make a difference
And keep it real, I dont really like mentions
Most niggas snitchin, tip em (Rats)
**** nigga, just keep your distance
Lamb truck, hell nah, I dont eat out
Double Cs on my bitch when her feet out
Big Bs all over the treehouse
[Chorus]
Said a bitch freaky and I know it
Look at my wrist, Im glowin
Big face go as I point
Dont even gotta tell me, Im knowin
She goin, she goin, she goin, she gone
Im young and turnt on my own
Cant wait til my brother get home
Im young and turnt in this bitch
All my niggas lit
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