| Bitches always talkin' 'bout what they gon' do
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| Who they wan' fuck with 'cause of this and that
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| «Oh, he too young, oh, he ain’t makin' nothin'»
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| Bitch, we young and turnt on this side, ask about us
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| Yeah, grown man
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| Forever throwin' his 4's, but he his own man
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| Heard both her ex was swipers, she love scammers, we got phones in
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| Wrong scam
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| Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch
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| If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
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| All the real drugs get drove in whips
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| Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6
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| Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch
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| If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
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| All the real drugs get drove in whips
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| Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6
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| I get active still, my label know (CMG), yeah
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| Just three months ago, y’all hated 4's, ow
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| Fuck the opps, doggy, I hate them hoes, facts (Bitch)
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| I can’t even shop at Neimans, every nigga with me got a sack
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| Every nigga with me movin' somethin'
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| Send them 'bows, I can move two hundred
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| Send them beans, I can move 'bout a thousand |
| Still bustin' juggs, nigga, on my mama
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| Still in the hood, know they seen that track
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| Just lost five hundred, gotta get back
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| If I don’t, nigga, somethin' gettin' whacked
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| I put that on Woody or I put that on Mac
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| I want no beef, nigga, where that chicken?
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| Big boy Harley, yeah, it’s sittin' on sixes
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| R.I.P. |
| SJ, whole city miss you
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| Probaby caught me on Pierson with all my thugs
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| At least six hundred, nigga, all off drugs
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| Do no cappin' (Nope)
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| Whole gang 'bout action (What else?)
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| Run off, we’ll catch you (Come here)
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| Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch
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| If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
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| All the real drugs get drove in whips
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| Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6
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| Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch
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| If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
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| All the real drugs get drove in whips
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| Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6
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| Ayy, we don’t give a fuck about nobody
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| Last four weeks, we done caught four bodies
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| All white on, runnin' with Yo Gotti
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| On the East, doggy, or I’m in the O probably |
| Rose gold, I don’t never wear Foamposites
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| Two bad bitches with me and they both solid
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| Got my degree in the hood, I don’t know college
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| My son gon' graduate, nigga, and I bet that
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| In the club where you’ll get left at
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| It ain’t Fentanyl, cut it, don’t stretch that
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| Matter fact, test that shit
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| Tryna tell you I trust that bitch
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| We kill niggas, we don’t hit no licks (At all)
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| I’m lyin', ho, my niggas be robbin'
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| We don’t talk, bitch, my niggas got problems
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| 4 Gang, they’ll kill your honor
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| Yeah, I love, but won’t make no promise (Nope)
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| Felt I’d blow, but I ain’t Osama (Boom)
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| 41, bitch, Barack Obama
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| Get a lit one
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| Which one, nigga? |
| Yeah, pick one
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| Hope all my niggas get one
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| Help all my niggas get money
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| For life, nigga, not just this summer (For life)
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| Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch
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| If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch
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| All the real drugs get drove in whips
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| Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6
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| Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch
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| If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch |
| All the real drugs get drove in whips
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| Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Free Dem Boyz , by - 42 Dugg. Song from the album Young & Turnt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп