42 Dugg — Free Woo
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I’m a no shoestring wearin’ nigga, just straps
Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin’ back
How the fuck you did six years with four flats?
Of course Hot Boy and Will had to get it, they both rats
Pull up in the hood, hot beams on the Wagen
My niggas call me Rollie, all my bitches call me Patek
Hoe quit sayin’ you could of had me, how?
Shout out, I’m the one who blew him down
Rest in peace, drop shit for extra cheese
This here for Neff and Rece
Hey, I don’t ‘member bettin’ fast, hard times will never last
Told y’all I quit stumpin’, I’m on my seventh slab
Somethin’ ’bout this drug money make these bitches get off
Let me know, you can’t see me, niggas, I’ll take the tint off
We just left soul stage, blew up out of timber
Free my nigga Woo, or should I call him Mr.
want a show but shit, I’m finna have a spin-off
Take a nigga ho, you never told me that you loved her
Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I’m sellin’ drugs first
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow brings
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
Ma, look at your baby, still findin’ 30s for the A-team, yeah
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin’
I still save all of my car lots, I’m damaged
From hustlin’ against the ball line, I still live in the dog house
I’m known for goin’ on Mars, throw it up
Hate on who? I’m goin’ up
Ain’t gotta flash, I show enough
Been in my bag, nigga, get in yours
Quarter mill’ in cash, ain’t shit in yours
Married for now, I’ll get divorced, ayy
This bitch been actin’ like she love me
Came from nothin’, dawg, and we was thuggin’
How you gon’ judge them?
Nigga ran off on my last and let me hurt him
I asked my dawg, would he rather be rappin’ or sellin’ 30s?
Youngest nigga but the first one in traffic behind the murders
In that Cad’, I’m probably swervin’, they troopers make me nervous
Young dog still into murders, throw that shit back like a jersey
Put a Patek on a baddie, put a Patek on a
I put a Patek on a baddie
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow brings
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
Ma, look at your baby, still findin’ 30s for the A-team, yeah
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin’
I still save all of my car lots, I’m damaged
Free my nigga Woo
Free my nigga Woo
