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42 dugg - palm angels in the sky lyrics

[intro]
pssht, c’mon
y’all know what the f_ck goin’ on
yadigg (that sh_t flexin’, i’m good)
young pharaoh on the beat
i am too n_gga (ooh, ooh), young and timeless
c’mon, ayy

[verse 1]
pull up on the bros, leave the coupe runnin’
just blew a hunnid on me, this a new hunnid (two hunnid)
avianne textin’ like he miss me, really?
white prezi cost fifty, buss down
it was for a couple, what you up now?
one_ten for a line, pour the cup out
cmg the label so the ‘cat white
f_ck his bm and his sister, yeah, i’m that type
white gold, ap, that’s my new b_tch
catch the speed on the east clutchin’ two sticks
ridin’ .11s on the house, this for you trick
n_ggas always see me out, never do sh_t
doggy bone too sick, call ’em m30
whatchu gettin’ forty, dog
thirty for thirty in the air, i’m perfect
real six inches, ap, two birkins
we ran ’till the wheels fell off or i’m curvin’
never met a n_gga like me, she nervous
a hunnid thousand in the red bag, supreme
young bad b_tch, still i had the beans
say her n_gga [?], turn her back to me
too many racks around, i can’t even flash the cheese
they don’t want problems, on my momma i promise
super bowl, montclair, nineteen products
givenchy, shark hoodie, t_shirt, rottweiler
i ain’t into fashion, baby, i’m just into braggin’
a lotta b_tches celebratin’, actin’ like they had ’em
i’m young and turnt, yeah, that’s cheap
1400, these pants not cheap
i got the whole hood, but doggy who got me?

[break]
who got us?
we the boys, we the boys
who got me?
yeah

[verse 2]
prolly got a concert off six blunts
ex been in her feelings for like six months
only b_tch around, can’t get f_cked
she was still movin’ around stuff when the benz f_cked
doin’ a hunnid a mile, not just potholes
put a one on a one with my eyes closed
name another young n_gga with two buss cubans
put a link on my dudes, n_gga, f_ck cubans
hit a lotta bad b_tches and i f_ck cubans
keep doggy bone with me ’till he wanna eat
‘coulda want a good b_tch, only want a freak
we don’t pay for p_ssy, every b_tch go for free
i f_ck a n_gga auntie, i f_ck a n_gga niece
fifty_eight for the hoes, break it down in the jeep
forty_eight for the gs, yeah, i left with my n_gga young
stash mob for the trees while i fist with my son
flame got sh_t ‘fore i go and block a n_gga
oh, he f_ckin’ with a move? come and top a n_gga
thirteen, hard and ain’t got it rockin’ with me
yeah, i don’t squash sh_t, i sock a n_gga
nah, for real, ain’t no playin’ with the pape’
come in with the f, she’s playin’ with the drac’
ten glock everything, playin’ in the bape
name another young n_gga with three buss downs
you’re a fool through the mail who just touched down
couple hunnid on her nails, sit the f_ck down
yellin’, “free my uncle neal,” ’till he come back
broad day everything, and i don’t want mans
gotta be careful, dog, but, nah, f_ck that
four high speeds in the ‘cat, where the truck at?
i ain’t never go and played a b_tch with my buff sack
couple chains on, dog, i’m thinkin’ ’bout the patek
highs for my momma, no sleep for my daddy
you ain’t get sh_t lil’ n_gga if you ratted
boys over everything, and we got it tatted
tryna be my main thing, really, b_tch, how?
’cause you a turnt n_gga, i was f_ckin’ with a child
oh, we done burn, n_ggas, everybody droppin’ fire
fifteen for the plane, pyromaniacs in the sky

[outro]
ah
n_gga, prepare

- 42 dugg lyrics

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