Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Miss My Niggas , by - 42 Dugg. Release date: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Miss My Niggas |
| Pandemic almost over |
| Whatchau say |
| Bring that shit back out |
| Will used to be a killer |
| But you done changed |
| Wrote a statement on your nigga |
| This shit be crazy |
| He ain’t goin for a thing |
| I used to praise him |
| (I used to look up to that nigga) |
| I still miss my niggas |
| V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch |
| I ain’t goin in unless the pole come too |
| Bust down richard |
| I bought my hoe one too |
| You ain’t gotta ask nigga |
| Know I’m shootin on reese |
| On rob on neff on scooter |
| I ain’t lettin shit slide |
| Mr. I’ll still walk shit down |
| Fanta is looking dirty |
| Thirty-six for a pound |
| Not cookie |
| All the drug dealers wanna book me |
| Patek gets you killed I ain’t payin for no pussy |
| And I’m kinda schooled don’t shit |
| Beat the triple |
| Ask about me youngin doggy |
| Always on a mission |
| Always first to shoot with that 30. |
| Act different |
| If he ain’t dead |
| Guarantee that nigga crippled |
| My bad you still on the phone |
| Yeah with Drekk fine ass |
| Last time tryna love |
| Shit I hope it work |
| Still holdin for my youngin |
| Really fighting murders |
| First time on a hit |
| I was kinda nervous |
| You ain’t into suckin dick |
| You don’t need my number |
| All about the money |
| All about the bag |
| Tracks kinda cool |
| But I still fuck with cats |
| Spin a block on em |
| Throw them bitches in his neck |
| Can’t forget about me |
| Bitches know I’m still the catch |
| Million dollars in cash |
| You will get stretched |
| I still miss my niggas |
| V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch |
| I ain’t goin in unless the pole comes too |
| Bust down richard |
| I bought my hoe one too |
| You ain’t gotta ask nigga |
| Know I’m shootin on reese |
| On rob on neff on scooter |
| I ain’t lettin shit slide |
| Mr. I’ll still walk shit down |
| Fanta is looking dirty |
| Thirty-six for a pound |
| Not cookie |
| You know I fuck with James Harden |
| But I’ll never leave the rocket |
| Before I let her waste my time |
| I put on all my watches |
| Thousand dollar jeans |
| My mama told me son that’s outta pocket |
| Literally holdin 30 pairs of amiri jeans |
| Remember doin shows for a rack |
| I drove four hours for that |
| My folks shared a hotel with the gang |
| I brought like four hundred back |
| Riding around with pistols in our lap |
| We ain’t running no track |
| Ya’ll niggas cap |
| Ion got no boss |
| But I took off my hat |
| I was 20 years old when I stole my mama card |
| We was at TjMax |
| Now its foreigners in the driveway |
| Which one ima drive today |
| Tell her I got manners |
| Which one of your niggas wanna die today |
| Dumpin back out the window |
| Have them dancin like sada baby |
| Little brother watch for a body |
| Unless he bang case you askin |
| Swear the racks on the q-link |
| Not African-American |
| Put up chain blood |
| And we wave faster |
| Feelin like a x-slave master |
| I still miss my niggas |
| V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch |
| I ain’t goin in unless the pole comes too |
| Bust down richard |
| I bought my hoe one too |
| You ain’t gotta ask nigga |
| Know I’m shootin on reese |
| On rob on neff on scooter |
| I ain’t lettin shit slide |
| Mr. I’ll still walk shit down |
| Fanta is looking dirty |
| Thirty-six for a pound |
| Not cookie |
| All the drug dealers wanna book me |
| Still movin talkin bout no cookies |
| All the drug dealers wanna book me |
| All the drug dealers wanna book me |