Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Dem Boyz Pt. 2, artist - 42 Dugg. Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Free Dem Boyz Pt. 2 |
| Free them boys, free them boys forever |
| (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) |
| My lil' brother like eight, he ten |
| Got one-fifty on 8 Mile |
| My dirtbike’s on 10 Mile, no friends now |
| Problems, I 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 with a |
| Bitch, watch me climb from the bottom |
| Ion’t wanna fuck, I’m fucked up |
| Ayy, if you ain’t fucked them, you fucked us |
| Five hundred thousand made off YouTube |
| Whole gang get a chain, on 42 |
| Made lil' youngins with a name, gon' blow too |
| Arguin' with the, 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 |
| Said I have money, bitch prolly still hatin' |
| Ayy, momma, I miss you, in here with these pictures |
| Gettin' far from rap, gettin' closer to the kitchen |
| Still fuck these niggas, all about my gang |
| Still on Dugg, gon' be hard for me to change |
| «Ion't fuck with Dugg,» nigga know that shit was lame |
| They gon' speak about it though |
| Tell she been fuckin' by the sneakers by the door |
| I ain’t thinkin' about a ho, got the bag and the cash |
| 'Cept my bud, thirty-eight for the grass |
| 'Cept my Bloods, whole team full of rats |
| Better have a camera, nigga, talkin' 'bout pressin' |
| These hoes messy, can’t trust shit, I fuck a bitch bestie |
| Still on the six-five, down to the seven |
| Big ass crib, me and used to get it |
| Fuck 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 |
| Feel 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 fuck niggas |
| 'Cause home was up with 'em |
| RIC happy I made it, I can tell |
| 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 fuck, now whenever that bag touch |
| Shoot for every day, for like nine months |
| I’m grateful, doggy, I ain’t had nothin' |
| Put all out, I won’t have nothin' |
| This Louis here and these Mike’s |
| Them thirty pointers on my whites |
| She fuck 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 |