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42 dugg - on my son كلمات الأغنية

[intro: 42 dugg]
ring, ring, ring, h_llo?

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
got a call from my lawyer, say my youngin’ fightin’ a murder (what?)
got police officers lyin’ in the process, [through the dirty?] (are you tellin’ me, you built a time machine?)
but the judge still f_ck with me
b_tch, them bloods get touched for cheap
i sell two for eight apiece
i might turn one of ’em to three
if they say that sh_t was straight, i might turn that three to eight
i know p, i f_ck with h (i know p, i f_ck with h)
really had the bag for years, passed alone, i’m cashin’ too
bustdown watch, my glasses too
[?], now, i had to fool
flip that screen, i see myself
r.i.p. scooter, r.i.p. lil neff
that homicide sh_t still get stretched
free lil quez, free lil [dunn?]
better get you soon, n_gga, on my son
bustdown pateks with trunks
i wear baguettes for none, don’t make this sh_t ’bout no money
make that lil’ b_tch delete my number
soon as i can’t f_ck her, now i don’t want her
close to 40s, all my pointers
offset forgis, this b_tch fast
ain’t sh_t changed, still free my guys
wood ‘nem back in there like a mop
six to nine, b_tch, don’t get dropped
hey, hey, f_ck it
i’m late, supreme, not bape, for mines
get naked, i might start ringing, bring pints
we drinkin’, high as h_ll up in this b_tch
still miss nell up in this b_tch
i can’t tell if that b_tch is real
i won’t tell my n_gga to chill
i don’t give a f_ck ’bout who get k!lled
i don’t give a f_ck ’bout who get blitzed
drop that fire, n_gga, throw that sh_t
[chorus: 42 dugg & moneybagg yo]
eight out of ten still on my d_ck
still f_ck friend, keep that b_tch far
it was just us, still got eight_hundred
tsa mad, can’t take a n_gga money
if i let a b_tch steal from me, get shot
woah (woah), woah (woah)
can’t ’til i run ’til a n_gga get robbed, get smoked, smoked
never let a n_gga ’round me throwin’ five (ah, hahaha)
gunshot, pain in my ass
we pour out lean for my big bro mox
walk a n_gga down on four_five glocks (go)

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
i ain’t spread an opp since i been rich (no)
handicap match, big glock, lil’ switch (pfft)
f_ck out my ear with that whinin’ sh_t (move)
you blowin’ my vibe, pipe down, lil’ b_tch (gone)
if duggy don’t f_ck with you, don’t be like, “bagg, know what’s up with me”
i cannot vouch what you done (nah)
if you don’t f_ck with him, you don’t rock with the brand (ooh)
cmg mafia, cars, money, guns (super)
just made his bond for a light honey bun
hop on a fugitive, bro on the run
the f&n knock all the smoke out your lung (bop)
the head was so fire, made a young n_gga hum, uh
sloppy_top, got me locked, birkin, p_ssy, she havin’ wap (wet)
box of woods, [?], purple wock’ and cream soda pop (kick)
eeenie_meenie, miney_mo (bliss)
put a tag up on his toe (tick)
charge the high for truffle smoke
pour up in sprite and sell the coke, go
whip all white, pull up like pope (snow)
five shows, it’s a m i gross (woah)
big facts, i ain’t even tryna boast (no)
b_tches love me coast to coast (yeah)
[chorus: 42 dugg]
eight out of ten still on my d_ck
still f_ck friend, keep that b_tch far
it was just us, still got eight_hundred
tsa mad, can’t take a n_gga money
if i let a b_tch steal from me, get shot
woah (woah), woah (woah)
can’t ’til i run ’til a n_gga get robbed, get smoked, smoked
never let a n_gga ’round me throwin’ five
gunshot, pain in my ass
we pour out lean for my big bro mox
walk a n_gga down on four_five glocks

- 42 dugg

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