Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Dirt, artist - 42 Dugg. Album song Young & Turnt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 4PF, CMG
Song language: English
Free Dirt |
| Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab |
| I ain’t fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad |
| I don’t like talkin' 'bout shit that we did |
| A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed |
| Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill |
| Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain’t real |
| If he don’t sniff this, then his ass can’t smell |
| Who can move a thou'? |
| Lil' bruh, I can’t tell |
| I’ll put this bitch on whoever, free Dirt |
| 'Fore you fuck Cheese, bitch, fuck me first |
| Pull up in the slee, eight cups full of syrup |
| Real mud brothers, bitch, shout out Lil Stirrup |
| Used to have that two-five chrome with the pearl |
| Ever since Drew died, big four-five |
| Glock ten milli' throw a six-four blind |
| That bitch, yeah, that bitch mine |
| Phone won’t ring 'less it’s six-one-five |
| Probably want beans, shit, he probably want tan |
| Hope you want lean, I’ma show 'em how to dance |
| Even if he want Gotti, I’ma send a lil' bands |
| Wanted for a body, might as well keep goin' |
| This week, I’m trappin', spent last week tourin' |
| Corner house slappin', pink Runtz transformin' |
| Used to be a killer, well, now he informin' |
| Bitch, you a rat, rat |
| Probably told on Reek, probably told on App |
| All my hoes on fleek, you’d tell by they bags |
| He ain’t with me, how you know he had a mask? |
| Bitch, I’m in my bag, better ask your nigga |
| Them pics he be likin', them the hoes I’m hittin' |
| Big 4s, I’m him, all winter, black Timbs |
| Can’t show a nigga shit but how to run up M’s |
| Nigga, thirteen thou', let me clear my tab |
| I ain’t fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad |
| I don’t like talkin' 'bout shit that we did |
| A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed |
| Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, and take drill |
| Out a hundred of 'em, fifty of 'em ain’t real |
| If he don’t sniff this, then his ass can’t smell |
| Who can move a thou'? |
| Lil' bruh, I can’t tell |
| Bitch, you a rat (Ho), rat (Ho) |
| Probably told on me, probably told on App |
| Parole hold on Dirt, spend whatever to get him back |
| Like twelve in the dirt y’all ain’t never gettin' back |
| Crack a seal on the purp', name a nigga sellin' that |
| He ain’t fuckin' with me, bitch, tell a ho to tell him that |
| Me and my niggas get it done, get it done |
| Want the keys to my heart? |
| Show a bitch who ain’t a bum |
| Want the keys to the car? |
| Cop a bag and get a run |
| I survive in the slums |
| Mini Draco, AK with the drum (Bitch) |
| All blue digits, might just wear 'em for a month |
| Freaky lil' bitch, she gon' suck it 'til I cum |
| I ain’t tippin' shit, rather spend it on my son |
| I blew off thirty on somebody just for fun |
| If they ain’t really have to squeeze, what they doin' with us? |
| Knowin' he not whackin', bitch, quit tellin' me it’s up |
| Ayy, niggas be cappin', niggas be bitches |
| Niggas be rappin', really, niggas be finished |
| Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab |
| I ain’t fuck the first time, bitch, well, my bad |
| I don’t like talkin' 'bout shit that we did |
| A bitch stop postin' them niggas we killed |
| Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, we take drill |