(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice)
Ayy, this b#tch been askin’ Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a b#tch, don’t wanna kiss, but we could f#ck for now
Youngin sellin’ mix, I’m sellin’ fent’, it’s still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I’m thuggin’ and I g#ngb#ng
Damn near in the chain gang with all these f#ckin’ links on
King of the city, I should throw a f#ckin’ mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I’m clutchin’ more than a driver (Yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we f#ck and tippin’ the pilot
She only fly if it’s private, I’m only fightin’ the body
Quin ran off with that pole, I’m still yellin’, “Free Robby”
All my n#gg#s from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin’ that it’s rap, I’m tellin’ you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin’, b#tch, I got a habit
Don’t like f#ckin’ with no condom, I like f#ckin’ baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but sh#t, he gone
Know he proud a n#gg# winnin’, by next winter, he’ll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, b#tch, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a ‘Cat, I still can’t wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that sh#t to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
Twenty-eight a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas ’em and then I blitz (We on ’em)
Fifty-five a piece, my #ss turned into t#tt#es
I won’t bash a b#tch for cheap, and I just might ask a b#tch to leave
From the back while grippin’ weave, ayy, house party in this b#tch
Bae got right, but I ain’t trippin’, I was already with a b#tch
I sent all my fiends fishin’, let me know if it’s a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna f#ck again
I ain’t locked up, I’m on tether, say it’s up and b#tch, it’s up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain’t f#cked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, b#tch, and I’m eatin’? Put my first one up for Recey
I sold work to all the deacons, what that b#tch been askin’ Dreka?
Ayy, this b#tch been askin’ Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a b#tch, don’t wanna kiss, but we could f#ck for now
Youngin sellin’ mix, I’m sellin’ fent’, it’s still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I’m thuggin’ and I g#ngb#ng
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42 Dugg Lyrics – And I g#ngb#ng