Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Dem Boyz, artist - 42 Dugg. Album song Young & Turnt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 4PF, CMG
Song language: English
Free Dem Boyz |
Bitches always talkin' 'bout what they gon' do |
Who they wan' fuck with 'cause of this and that |
«Oh, he too young, oh, he ain’t makin' nothin'» |
Bitch, we young and turnt on this side, ask about us |
Yeah, grown man |
Forever throwin' his 4's, but he his own man |
Heard both her ex was swipers, she love scammers, we got phones in |
Wrong scam |
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch |
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch |
All the real drugs get drove in whips |
Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6 |
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch |
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch |
All the real drugs get drove in whips |
Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6 |
I get active still, my label know (CMG), yeah |
Just three months ago, y’all hated 4's, ow |
Fuck the opps, doggy, I hate them hoes, facts (Bitch) |
I can’t even shop at Neimans, every nigga with me got a sack |
Every nigga with me movin' somethin' |
Send them 'bows, I can move two hundred |
Send them beans, I can move 'bout a thousand |
Still bustin' juggs, nigga, on my mama |
Still in the hood, know they seen that track |
Just lost five hundred, gotta get back |
If I don’t, nigga, somethin' gettin' whacked |
I put that on Woody or I put that on Mac |
I want no beef, nigga, where that chicken? |
Big boy Harley, yeah, it’s sittin' on sixes |
R.I.P. |
SJ, whole city miss you |
Probaby caught me on Pierson with all my thugs |
At least six hundred, nigga, all off drugs |
Do no cappin' (Nope) |
Whole gang 'bout action (What else?) |
Run off, we’ll catch you (Come here) |
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch |
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch |
All the real drugs get drove in whips |
Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6 |
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch |
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch |
All the real drugs get drove in whips |
Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6 |
Ayy, we don’t give a fuck about nobody |
Last four weeks, we done caught four bodies |
All white on, runnin' with Yo Gotti |
On the East, doggy, or I’m in the O probably |
Rose gold, I don’t never wear Foamposites |
Two bad bitches with me and they both solid |
Got my degree in the hood, I don’t know college |
My son gon' graduate, nigga, and I bet that |
In the club where you’ll get left at |
It ain’t Fentanyl, cut it, don’t stretch that |
Matter fact, test that shit |
Tryna tell you I trust that bitch |
We kill niggas, we don’t hit no licks (At all) |
I’m lyin', ho, my niggas be robbin' |
We don’t talk, bitch, my niggas got problems |
4 Gang, they’ll kill your honor |
Yeah, I love, but won’t make no promise (Nope) |
Felt I’d blow, but I ain’t Osama (Boom) |
41, bitch, Barack Obama |
Get a lit one |
Which one, nigga? |
Yeah, pick one |
Hope all my niggas get one |
Help all my niggas get money |
For life, nigga, not just this summer (For life) |
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch |
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch |
All the real drugs get drove in whips |
Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6 |
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch |
If he ain’t with me now, he told then, snitch |
All the real drugs get drove in whips |
Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6 |