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letra de free doggy - est gee

[intro: 42 dugg]
(dmac on the f-ckin’ track)

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
ayy, i still be in the trenches for my grandma
still shootin’ cr-ps, still takin’ care of my mama (tuned up)
bring my n-ggas back, i got two hundred on your honor
get these b-tches whacked, i got another one, not no nanas
so i ain’t, nah, b-tch, for real
know we blitz for real
cuzzo tote a b-tch for real
all the way, can’t give a deal
out to a n-gga who really mobbin’
i see that b-tch, might rob her
i’m trippin’, i got a problem
my b-tches all know i’m solid
get that pint, i might re-rock it
from drank down to them roxies
lil cuh know ’bout them homis, but gon’ take it to the grave
i ain’t never gave ’em no names
all i know, forever i’m bangin’
how thе f-ck you leave me hangin’?
you thе reason i got famous
you see cuz, you better paint ’em (yeah)
all this money got me anxious (yeah)
b-tch, all this money got me— (anxious, yeah)
[verse 2: est gee, 42 dugg, & both]
opps think i’m lettin’ up, finally i’m blockin’ from they page
hood hero like luke cage, i’m just glad i ducked them raids
i send opps to outer sp-ce, i send packs to other states
i had money before fame, don’t get k!lled tryna catch no face
n-ggas sayin’ names, they know me and gang don’t play no games
cost a hundred k, hope this lawyer beat my brother case
set the city to flames, bright so i told hutch to tint my frames
i ain’t switchin’ lanes, gangster ’til they put me in my grave
they know this sh-t real, i ain’t gotta keep goin’ in details
turnt the city up, we out here spinnin’ like a sprewell
platinum in the streets and i ain’t even drop my presale
i ain’t need scales, i dish out loads, i’ve been a team player
i’m still eatin’ off emails (okay)
my first jugg was a p sale
got a million cash in retail
won’t shop again once these gone
i’m lockin’ in, that grave phone my best work
young turnt n-gga, still network
she a bad b-tch, prolly f’ed her
no rat b-tch can claim me, i’m top ten
send the money, we can lock it in, droppin’ tens
n-gga play with red, the team get dropped again
we got sticks and fins, pull your sh-t back like a lid
you can ask the streets, i ain’t gotta speak on what i did
this is how you win when you rap ’bout what you live
my youngin’ know i’m on it if they had sn-tched them kids
all my n-ggas doin’ bids
all my b-tches doin’ it big
in that kitchen, i get busy
not that ‘caine, i f-ck with rizzy
too much residue, i’m dizzy
he pop out, bro go and spin him
[outro]
(tuned up)

- est gee

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