Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Woo, artist - 42 Dugg.
Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Free Woo |
I’m a no shoestring wearin' nigga, just straps |
Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin' back |
How the fuck you did six years with four flats? |
Of course Hot Boy and Will had to get it, they both rats |
Pull up in the hood, hot beams on the Wagen |
My niggas call me Rollie, all my bitches call me Patek |
Hoe quit sayin' you could of had me, how? |
Shout out, I’m the one who blew him down |
Rest in peace, drop shit for extra cheese |
This here for Neff and Rece |
Hey, I don’t 'member bettin' fast, hard times will never last |
Told y’all I quit stumpin', I’m on my seventh slab |
Somethin' 'bout this drug money make these bitches get off |
Let me know, you can’t see me, niggas, I’ll take the tint off |
We just left soul stage, blew up out of timber |
Free my nigga Woo, or should I call him Mr. |
want a show but shit, I’m finna have a spin-off |
Take a nigga ho, you never told me that you loved her |
Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I’m sellin' drugs first |
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow brings |
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat |
Ma, look at your baby, still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah |
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin' |
I still save all of my car lots, I’m damaged |
From hustlin' against the ball line, I still live in the dog house |
I’m known for goin' on Mars, throw it up |
Hate on who? |
I’m goin' up |
Ain’t gotta flash, I show enough |
Been in my bag, nigga, get in yours |
Quarter mill' in cash, ain’t shit in yours |
Married for now, I’ll get divorced, ayy |
This bitch been actin' like she love me |
Came from nothin', dawg, and we was thuggin' |
How you gon' judge them? |
Nigga ran off on my last and let me hurt him |
I asked my dawg, would he rather be rappin' or sellin' 30s? |
Youngest nigga but the first one in traffic behind the murders |
In that Cad', I’m probably swervin', they troopers make me nervous |
Young dog still into murders, throw that shit back like a jersey |
Put a Patek on a baddie, put a Patek on a |
I put a Patek on a baddie |
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow brings |
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat |
Ma, look at your baby, still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah |
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin' |
I still save all of my car lots, I’m damaged |
Free my nigga Woo |
Free my nigga Woo |