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gave it back - 42 dugg & est gee lyrics

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[intro: 42 dugg]
(flexin’ on that b*tch, hold up)
know it’s either us or them
and we’d never f*ck with them
(foreverolling)

[verse 1: 42 dugg with est gee]
ten thousand in benz, two hundred all in a ford
five hundred cash, no rent, baby, it’s yours
jet to the moon when i get bored
you still got your rose patek, doggy bone? of course
twelve hundred the horse
nine hundred the torque (skrrt)
light tap the pedal and watch this b*tch twerk
lot of sh*t n*ggas doin’, i was doin’ it first
like puttin’ n*ggas on shirts, sellin’ it like it’s merch
free gottibandz and dirt, no, i don’t f*ck with no percs
n*ggas won’t buy a bag, but n*ggas’ll buy a purse
i guess ‘causе i’m turnt, i’m ‘posed to go through the worst
val got me in church, co*signing thе service
all my sprites dirty, twenty*three with a thirty
no attempts for me, i only been doing murders
tommy went through the weed and money went through the gerber
he ain’t with us, then search him, strip him, f*ck n*ggas
promethazine in my soda like, ”f*ck liquor”
[chorus: est gee]
yeah, half a ticket on my neck, this a lamb’, not a ‘vette
she wanna be my b*tch, make her sit on it, and fetch
in two friends’ group text, “doggy, hit ’em next”
and we was beefing with him ’til we seen he was a rat
and last opp died, y’all ain’t slide yet
and last opp cried, whole squads got wet
i heard n*ggas’ words wasn’t sh*t on they block
i really run my city if i’m rappin’ or i’m not

[verse 2: est gee]
yeah, i see a dumb n*gga, make a living out the pot
i’m a seven*figure n*gga, i ain’t sleepin’ on no cot
a half a million and k!llers come get it while it’s hot
and me and your n*gga more than different, bae, he an opp
and he don’t know the feeling 200k on a watch
he only know the feeling 200k on his top
i’m ‘posed to believe y’all k!llers, all them attempteds?
i made sh*t get missing all while becoming the richest
i heard about through word of mouth, how you couldn’t stack attention
you puttin’ ’em in danger, you livin’ with all them b*tches
i told her, “i got five grand, here, go start a business”
and since we got up with you, that should let you know she did it
don’t care how many chains y’all give him, he not official
get every single drop you can find, i got a nickel
[chorus: est gee]
yeah, half a ticket on my neck, this a lamb’, not a ‘vette
she wanna be my b*tch, make her sit on it, and fetch
in two friends’ group text, “doggy, hit ’em next”
and we was beefing with him ’til we seen he was a rat
and last opp died, y’all ain’t slide yet
and last opp cried, whole squads got wet
i heard n*ggas’ words wasn’t sh*t on they block
i really run my city if i’m rappin’ or i’m not

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