free me - 42 dugg lyrics
[intro]
antt did the track
free dem boys, free dem boys
let me show you how life works, guns with the sh*t (beat gang)
ayy
[verse 1]
my youngin’ caught a l, ‘course i’m makin’ that knife work
’cause ain’t no guns in that b*tch
i seen a n*gga get a l before he got his life
i know a n*gga got a deal but then he got indicted
ain’t no point in even fightin’, “yeah, i did that judge”
after what happened to doggy, b*tch, i been back thuggin’
i can’t really talk on phones, just send five of ‘em for me
and i ain’t puttin’ paper on sh*t, i go handle ’em for me
i’m from the east side, look up the street signs, we made it
whеn reece died, i seen them rеal n*ggas was fakin’
and i keep five hunnid in small bills for baby
never turn my back on my brother, momma, i love you
half a million on a house, val took care of me
real n*ggas winnin’, b*tch, so i took care of the streets
last of a dyin’ breed, i still be buyin’ lean
i stopped textin’ my bm just to let her find peace
[chorus]
yeah, i let my b*tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
n*ggas know who run the city, pick your best five
how the f*ck you bust a richard down with sis?
how much a, yeah, one point v*v?
free dem boys, d*ckie fits all on tv
always yellin’, “free mine,” never, “free me,” they need me
tell her let me make her love me, i hate the n*gga she f*ckin’
[verse 2]
inventory, seven hunnid, i got one on the way
condo for f*ckin’ b*tches probably furnished by baby
see, i grew up around k!llers (k!llers), robbers (robbers)
jackson moonwalkin’ around this beat, r.i.p. michael jackson
i ain’t ever pay no taxes, all i know about is ashin’
bring the ho up out samantha, i want her to f*ck with tony
still’ll pull up in the zone, i ain’t squashin’ sh*t with quan’
what the f*ck do y’all be on? i swear i see too many cameras
b*tch, you know that sh*t was bammer, turned a model to a dancer
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til they hear, i pop off more than veneers
on the 6, you know it’s serious, how you know? ’cause b*tch, i’m here
a lot a money, a lot of jewelry, we ain’t trippin’ on you, period
[chorus]
yeah, i let my b*tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
n*ggas know who run the city, pick your best five
how the f*ck you bust a richard down with sis?
how much a, yeah, one point v*v?
free dem boys, d*ckie fits all on tv
always yellin’, “free mine,” never, “free me,” they need me
tell her let me make her love me, i hate the n*gga she f*ckin’
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