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42 dugg - 4x4 lyrics

[intro]
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[chorus: 42 dugg]
we in them four+by+fours
seven+hundred, this b+tch got go (yeah)
real fent’ what i put in my dope (b+tch)
i was walkin’ that yard on my own (let’s go)
you ain’t turnt ’til you been on that road (you ain’t sh+t)
how you turnt? y’all ain’t even got phones
new house like one+point+four (cash)
no keys, everything got codes (codes)
ain’t no sucker, but i step for my b+tch
ask around if i let off my bl!ck (ask around)
he was dissin’, so i spun that b+tch
ask the east, “who run that b+tch?”

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
young dog right here, don’t play (don’t play)
my n+ggas gon’ go if i can’t (go)
lil’ cuz can’t roll my pint (pint, two+twenty+zero)
that’s how he lost his life
still got ms on ice
b+tch, i still got tim’s on ice
b+tch the type of n+gga put rims on strikers
doggy, where you been at?
i been dodgin’ my third indictment (yeah)
no more text, we kitin’ (yeah)
ayy, no more calls, we writin’ (b+tch)
i ain’t got no pole, i’m fightin’ (i’m fightin’)
can’t even be me, they bitin’
heard word on the street, she liked him (man)
couple days later, i f+cked her (what else?)
couple days later, it’s f+ck her (oh yeah)
might send this sh+t to my bunkie (b+tch)
big carats on me, they chunky (yeah)
black cherry aps, it’s funky
probably somewhere t’d with the junkies ([sweet?])
tryin’ to send my beans to the country (yeah)
don’t be mad at me, she f+ckin’ (lame)
how you mad at me he f+cked her? (yeah)
how you mad at me we f+cked her? (huh?)
how you mad at me she f+ckin’? (b+tch)
[chorus: 42 dugg]
we in them four+by+fours
seven+hundred, this b+tch got go (yeah)
real fent’ what i put in my dope (my b+tch)
i was walkin’ that yard on my own
you ain’t turnt ’til you been on that road
how you turnt? y’all ain’t even got phones
new house like one+point+four
no keys, everything got codes
ain’t no sucker, but i step for my b+tch
ask around if i let off my bl!ck
he was dissin’, so i spun that b+tch
ask the east, “who run that b+tch?” (run that sh+t)

[verse 2: meek mill]
walked in, bottega my sneaks (bottega)
i’ll step on your neck in some cleats (i will)
in the hood on the money or something
plane new york for the rest of the week
i just left out dubai with a half on me
for a week i can live like a sheikh
she keep talkin’ like she want some cash, money
when i f+ck her, i’m hittin’ delete (delete that)
delete that, ain’t make the viewin’ but went to the repass
i sent a shooter, but he couldn’t be fast
switch go brr since he wanna be bad
neck go brr, and my wrist playin’ freeze tag
i’m in skyami where i wanna be at
i’m back outside, it’s like i was in rehab
if i don’t post it, my haters won’t be mad
if i don’t post it, my haters won’t be mad, woah (ooh)
is it the ‘gram that’s hurtin’ your heart?
lil’ shawty a work of art for real
say that she wanted to swim with the sharks
i’m takin’ her straight to st. barts, for real
say that she leavin’ her n+gga tomorrow
i told her, “that really ain’t smart, trippin'”
i got a date with a rich ho tomorrow
and she tryna to rip me apart
[chorus: 42 dugg]
we in them four+by+fours (fours)
seven+hundred, this b+tch got go (yeah)
real fent’ what i put in my dope (b+tch)
i was walkin’ that yard on my own (let’s go)
you ain’t turnt ’til you been on that road (you ain’t sh+t)
how you turnt? y’all ain’t even got phones
new house like one+point+four (cash)
no keys, everything got codes (codes)
ain’t no sucker, but i step for my b+tch
ask around if i let off my bl!ck (ask around)
he was dissin’, so i spun that b+tch
ask the east, “who run that b+tch?”

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