Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Me, artist - 42 Dugg.
Date of issue: 24.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Free Me |
Antt did the track |
Free dem boys, free dem boys |
Let me show you how life works, guns with the shit |
Ayy… |
My youngin' caught a L, forced him makin' that knife work |
'Cause ain’t no guns in that bitch |
I seen a nigga get a hit before he got his life |
I know a nigga got a L but then he got indicted |
Ain’t no point in even fightin', «Yeah, I did that judge» |
After what happened to Doggy, bitch, I been back thuggin' |
I can’t really talk on phones, just since five of 'em fucked me |
And I ain’t pullin' paper on shit, I go handle 'em for me |
I’m from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it |
When Reece died, I seen them real niggas was fakin' |
And I keep five hunnid in small bills for Baby |
Never turn my back on my brother, momma, I love you |
Half a million on a house, Val took care of me |
Real niggas winnin', bitch, so I took care of the streets |
Last of a dyin' breed, I still be buyin' land |
I stopped textin' my BM just to let her find peace |
Yeah, I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out |
Niggas know who run that city, pick your best five |
How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs? |
How much a, yeah, one point V-V? |
Free dem boys, they get fast all on TV |
Always yellin', «Free mine,"never, «Free me,"they need me |
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the nigga she fuckin' |
Inventory, seven hunnid, I got one on the way |
Condo for fuckin' bitches probably furnished by Baby |
See, I grew up around killers (Killers), robbers |
Jackson moonwalkin' around this beat, R.I.P. |
Michael Jackson |
I ain’t ever pay no taxes, all I know about is ashin' |
Bring the ho up out Samantha, I want her to fuck with Tony |
Still’ll pull up in the Zone, I ain’t squashin' shit with Quan' |
What the fuck do y’all be on? |
I swear I see too many cameras |
Bitch, you know that shit was bammer, turned a model to a dancer |
I ain’t stoppin' 'til they hear, I pop off more than veneers |
On the 6, you know it’s serious, how you know? |
'Cause bitch, I’m here |
A lot a money, a lot of jewelry, we ain’t trippin' on you, period |
Yeah, I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out |
Niggas know who run that city, pick your best five |
How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs? |
How much a, yeah, one point V-V? |
Free dem boys, they get fast all on TV |
Always yellin', «Free mine,"never, «Free me,"they need me |
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the nigga she fuckin' |