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letra de of course - 42 dugg

[intro: 42 dugg]
(flexin’)
volume 3 sh-t

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
bag touched, now rap b-tches want to act up
five sum’, i wanna funk b-tch, like pass sum’
610, 560, this the big benz
switch friends, i f-cked her, i want to f-ck her
you cuffed her, gave her your last, but i f-cked first
top ten, too many dubs, i done dropped ten
drop pins, watch how i push up and watch how i show out
you got yours, i got mine, let’s have a blow out
i know why n-ggas hatin’ on me, but before i
slow down, i’ma burn this b-tch up
then turn this b-tch up
three-fifty cash for like six months, b-tch, what?
get off my ass, i might take something, tripp saw you
this and that, this and that
apple had it, never gave it back, n-gga, no cap
i was doing eighty out the trap, this before rap
i was retired k!llin’ in ‘010, you should know that
but i go back, shout out that polе, b-tch, i blow that
what’s up with ‘cuz? what’s up with blood? i still f-ck with thugs
me and wood, both out the window, n-gga, don’t move
wе want greens, i want blues, we both want food
[verse 2: tae money]
boy, you a fool
‘think i ain’t got the j’s for the eight
up early, catchin’ plays, n-ggas finished, smh
i still got ’em textin’ nate, i serve out of section 8
n-ggas’ calling us for the opps like they investigatin’
gloves on, hit ’em twenty times like i’m gary payton
i was only f-ckin’ on you, baby, why you say we datin’?
and now you know i got a b-tch, so why you say that?
only thing you did was eat this d-ck off in the maybach
two thousand for the p-ssy, i ain’t gon’ pay that
‘less you bad, you got some nice titties and some ass
got chanel, dior, louis, gucci for you
i stay with k!llers, so you already know how we move
i get blocked fresh off, i turned one into twos
them n-gga say big-8, banana clips for his food

[verse 3: 42 dugg]
we blow the chops, sig, and glocks, kid you not
every other n-gga get thumped, on mox
it’s five-hundred profit, i’m frank more than sinatra
fully-auto choppers, i’m spending bands with gualas
send her to the doctor, that p-ssy wasn’t smellin’ proper
and on my daddy mama, i know the n-gga who shot me
so when i do him bad, don’t be textin’ me i’m wildin’
b-tch, everybody know i’m still childish, b-tch

- 42 dugg

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