quez free - 42 dugg lyrics
[intro]
b*tch, you know antt did the beat
b*tch, you know antt did the
[verse 1]
mr. how*the*f*ck*you*make*it*from*the*bottom
extensions on the choppers, i’m a k!ller, not a robber
fentanyl, oxy’, exotics, spin all, catch me a body
rent, dawg, been gettin’ high, why? (tell me something)
ayy, we been tryna catch a five, send his ass to moxx
quez bond a million, told sarg’ to get ’em out
quez wanna chill, i’ll come and get you now
tez with whatever, b*tch, you stay up out the box
ayy, spazzo, i just blew a million cash and my bag low, f*ck nah
i sell verses now, f*ck, dawg
drekk been on my ass, she just heard i got a ‘cat
this b*tch go over two hunnid, this the one thеy gotta catch
put a p*ssy on a shirt without permission, i don’t need it
put a p*ssy in the dirt for all that dissin’
i should start by doin’ all my versеs out the kitchen, i’m a whippin’ ass
and i ain’t fightin’ no more neither, dada bl!ck his ass
[chorus]
lately, we been dodgin’ indictments
lately, we been f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes, ridin’ strikers
i just had to send a couple phones up to mylin, now can you hear me now?
don’t even ask about a b*tch if he ain’t with me now
lately, i been gettin’ to the bag
lately, i been sending to the nat instead of the nash
but i’ll still stuff a freak b*tch and make her drag
lately, i been pourin’ fours up, droppin’ five
[verse 2]
mr. i*just*bought*a*red*eye, i heard them b*tches dangerous
b*tch, if all them n*ggas dead, why the f*ck y’all still claimin’?
shoot him twice and get him famous
i’ll turn into the devil, momma know that i’m angel
i can’t say i hate all bloods, a couple of my n*ggas bangin’
big gang sh*t, i post a b*tch in the city, you think i ain’t hit?
i got her f*ckin’ my n*gga, we on the same tip
rosé bottles, case full of cristal
used to be thuggin’, doggy, he a b*tch now
wayburn and whittier, a couple blocks from 6 mile
i don’t like no pictures, b*tch, i don’t do no kissin’
i ain’t squashin’ sh*t and i put that on my n*gga
[chorus]
lately, we been dodgin’ indictments
lately, we been f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes, ridin’ strikers
i just had to send a couple phones up to mylin, now can you hear me now?
don’t even ask about a b*tch if he ain’t with me now
lately, i been gettin’ to the bag
lately, i been sending to the nat instead of the nash
but i’ll still stuff a freak b*tch and make her drag
lately, i been pourin’ fours up, droppin’ five
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