Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Please, artist - 42 Dugg.
Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Please |
I’m really 9 and 0 |
Youngin catch my drift |
Opps wanna score so bad |
They probably stretched my bitch |
I’m like please, please |
Rich or rollies, Patek Phillipes |
Still whip stoves, still gun shit down |
Club off the chain |
Fuck around and get fined |
Main bitch a ten still |
If I don’t wanna fuck her my man’s will |
Light on the covers and the hood now |
Free dem boys, I’m good now |
I’m like please, she’s obsessed |
Run off with a quarter, get stretched |
I bought lawyers for all my niggas |
Even tho I’m rich ain’t payin' no tickets |
Chase that bag, I’ma chase that check |
Get my last bro who had that witness |
Still drive fast, I’ma stand on that |
Hundred grams put a hundred grand on that |
Jumped in the bird my fans OD |
Probably on Dre if it ain’t on me |
Young nigga got hurt, shit can’t be taught |
So I roll with them young niggas y’all can’t teach |
Duck, shoot, fuck school |
Still get 46 for my blues |
Twenty-one years nigga, when I zoom |
Twenty-one track nigga, when I skrrt |
Still sell crack nigga, not percs |
Fifteen racks youngin' on go |
Probably made fifty thousand on weed |
Ain’t no jokin' around |
Selling like dope |
Before I pour out |
Drink flavored lime then slow down |
She love Chanel with her toes out |
Before wastin' time we on out |
I’m like please please |
Mike get $ 48 for these jeans |
Keep in contact with the fiends |
This crack been goin up like lean |
Yeah I miss woo nigga I miss reese |
I miss Neff nigga, I miss Skeet |
But it’s killed Lou, damn near killed me |
I can’t even go out talk to his son |
Life been hard ain’t been no fun |
Caught 2 k still blow my gun |
Hundred and race |
After that I quit |
Coke smell all on my bitch |
Quarter million these niggas ask about me |
If I ain’t had weed then I had them house |
Check that couch |
I’m like please, please |
Rich or rollies, Patek Phillipes |
Still whip stoves, still gun shit down |
Club off the chain |
Fuck around and get fined |
Main bitch a ten still |
If I don’t wanna fuck her my man’s will |
Light on the covers in the hood now |
Free dem boys, I’m good now |