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wock n red - 42 dugg lyrics

[intro]
we got london on da track
yes
free them boys
yeah, b*tch, we the*

[chorus]
wild n*gga
touch one these chains, i’m in the crowd with it
foul n*gga, i hop out with this b*tch and get the yeah*yeah*yeah
cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
me, apple, ric and martez known for huntin’ sh*t
nah, what’s that drug? you turn one into two, we call it dog
heard that young n*ggas still like to hoop, i like to ball
we ain’t into cuffin’ rat b*tches, not i
and every n*gga ever disrespect got shot
ten spin, friends, yeah
wock, wock, wock, red
new glocks, f&ns
drew, mox, neff and twins

[verse 1]
bluеs, blocks, i’m just
pape on who? not us
chill b*tch, one fall out in love, i need a rеal b*tch
i’m still lit, apple fightin’ a life, know we appeal sh*t
i’m here for him, youngin’ been gone, b*tch know we still scorin’
yeah, yeah, still missin’ gotti, bangin’ that lil quez
turn me up, no new friends, just know it’s only us
what you want youngin’? what you want?
[chorus]
wild n*gga
touch one these chains, i’m in the crowd with it
foul n*gga, i hop out with this b*tch and get the yeah*yeah*yeah
cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
me, apple, ric and martez known for huntin’ sh*t
nah, what’s that drug? you turn one into two, we call it dog
heard that young n*ggas still like to hoop, i like to ball
we ain’t into cuffin’ rat b*tches, not i
and every n*gga ever disrespect got shot
ten spin, friends, yeah
wock, wock, wock, red
new glocks, f&ns
drew, mox, neff and twins

[verse 2]
what, you think special, b*tch? thump her if i catch the b*tch
fifty k, i’m blessed as sh*t, bare face on my extra sh*t
not even on no messy sh*t, my new b*tch and my ex the sh*t
dugg he back to stretchin’ sh*t, f*ck her good, no text at all
b*tch might not get s*xed at all, f*ck on, hoe
i’m not with kissin’, i’m not with huggin’, i get my f*ck on, hoe
i got my buffs on and my sticks
got my pint, b*tch know i’m rich
risk my life just for this sh*t, free them boys (we the*)
[chorus]
wild n*gga
touch one these chains, i’m in the crowd with it
foul n*gga, i hop out with this b*tch and get the yeah*yeah*yeah
cuz ran off, they find him dead, dead, dead
me, apple, ric and martez known for huntin’ sh*t
nah, what’s that drug? you turn one into two, we call it dog
heard that young n*ggas still like to hoop, i like to ball
we ain’t into cuffin’ rat b*tches, not i
and every n*gga ever disrespect got shot
ten spin, friends, yeah
wock, wock, wock, red
new glocks, f&ns
drew, mox, neff and twins

[outro]
free them boys

- 42 dugg lyrics

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