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tripping - 42 dugg lyrics

[intro]
antt did the track
you feel me
come on
beatgang
ayy, ayy

[verse]
bae been actin’ like she f-ck with me, can’t trust that b-tch (f-ck off)
even after all the louis grim, it’s f-ck that b-tch (b-tch, please)
new -ss, new titties, wouldn’t touch that b-tch (wouldn’t dare)
tuh, ayy
if she a bad b-tch, doggy, i done hit her (i done been f-cked)
shout out my last b-tch, i’m shittin’ on her nigga
yeah, it’s a big difference (duh), ain’t he 5’2″? (tuh)
b-tch, i’m a big nigga, that’s what cake do
i make that drake move (baow)
we sellin’ platinum cookie, they sellin’ k2
b-tch, i just did the lam’, and i did the wraith too
ho, i don’t give a f-ck (at all), no, you can’t sit with us (nope)
a couple thousand to the reaper, he gon’ send him up
niggas d-ck suckin’ for a feature, i ain’t into rappin’ (i don’t f-ck with niggas)
make the b-tch swallow my seeds then i spin her after (f-ck on)
they like, “preach, dugg,” ayy, i been a pastor
they like, “teach, dugg,” we in a different cl-ss (lame)
rest in peace to lil cully, still ain’t givin’ p-sses (baow)
throw them fours up (duh), we on the six with it (big fours)
all my b-tches cold, ho, i’m a sick nigga
b-tch, i got fifty on me, you with a rich nigga
heard they had fifty on me, i guess time will tell
i wear amiris, b-tch, and designer belts
b-tch, you know antt did the beat
b-tch, i talk shit for free, b-tch, i rain out for skeet
i got my chain out for reek, b-tch, i’m throwin’ fours ’til i finish
b-tch, i pour up for my niggas who ain’t got mail in a minute
i got pictures for ’em
to every ho who left the car, ayy, i got b-tches for ’em
my new b-tch is foreign, f-ck like she in a porn
suck while i’m bendin’ corners (suck it up)
and now i’m mad, layin’ up, b-tch, i’m into scorin’ (duh)
and now i’m mad, wearin’ buffs, b-tch, i read a lot (ayy)
just make sure them b-tches tinted, i done seen a lot (i swear)
you got some soft, b-tch? give my homie some (b-tch)
off a dog, b-tch, b-tch, i made a honey bun
shout out to kb, who? b-tch, the only one
these niggas ain’t me (at all)
we just want a chip, from where? b-tch, the abc
i can’t miss shit, we got eight beams (big drake)
don’t even ask what year, was 2018
b-tches know what’s up
when they hear “skrrt,” b-tches know it’s us
ayy b-tch, you know i’m swervin’
she ain’t suckin’ d-ck, boy, you know i curved her (duh)
fifteen hundred orange, b-tch, you know i’m nervous
they can’t f-ck with us, they ain’t up enough

- 42 dugg lyrics

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