Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Merey, artist - 42 Dugg. Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Free Merey |
| TayTay made the beat |
| Money gon' hurt you, I know you don’t feel me |
| Niggas talkin' crazy, boy, I swear that shit kill me |
| Forever, forever |
| As long as you real, we gon' always be together |
| Label tryna tell me to switch my style |
| Say I’m in the hood too much and I’m too wild |
| Long as y’all get yours, I’ma get mine |
| Old lawyer taking Xan, probably gotta sit down |
| Gotti just called, hope they free my dawg |
| When shit ain’t going right, wish it was me and not y’all |
| Fuck paying the lawyer, bro, I wanna come get you |
| Wish you had a bond, you know money ain’t the issue (The issue) |
| And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still |
| Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still |
| Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you |
| All those people 'round really ain’t my niggas |
| And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still |
| Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still |
| Still doing work for my son |
| Still in my bag, still on my own |
| Merey just wrote me, doggy bone, you got it |
| Keep making us proud or all of this shit don’t matter |
| I’ma hold it down, still write my letters |
| Bitch come around, must’ve seen my Patek |
| Still selling to the addict, used to be the way I eat |
| Send a Wocky to my dad, say he been having problems sleepin' |
| Keep my music to myself, really don’t wanna do no features |
| I can’t wait 'til I see you, fill in on what’s happenin' |
| Niggas hating on me, prolly mad that I’m a rapper |
| I had to check the luggage, can’t be traveling, too much baggage |
| I thought niggas was happy, real talk, I seen it all |
| RIP to Reecee, you the one I see in all us |
| And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still |
| Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still |
| Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you |
| All those people 'round really ain’t my niggas |
| And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still |
| Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still |
| Still doing work for my son |
| Still in my bag, still on my own |
| And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still |
| Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still |
| Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you |
| All those people 'round really ain’t my niggas |
| And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still |
| Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still |
| Still doing work for my son |
| Still in my bag |