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42 dugg - marcelo burlon lyrics

[verse 1:]
like when i f-ck her from the back, yea freaky
like to suck it in the ‘cat, yea eat me
reggie bows for a stack, yea rece
that b-tch ain’t bad she alright, yea decent
aye, i just blew a couple hundred that was recent
just got cool with the swipers, “where the pieces?”
just went up, i want a couple for a feature
if i ain’t love her only f-cked her she was leachin’
like to step out sh-t, b-tch i got (?)
i could show a b-tch the game, i’ma teacher
i heard she was f-cking with a lame, “whats the reason?”
she like “i’on feel safe, he got a drac’ and he a (?)
n-ggas rappin’, prolly singin’, pointin’ fingers, yea i seen em, b-tch please
i been doing this since 15
i been taking hits since 16
tap dancin’ gettin’ beans
n-gga look at my life, yea rerock them pints yea
i know n-ggas is hoe n-ggas
don’t look up to no n-ggas
im willin’ if bro willin’
im k!llin’ if bro k!llin’
big fo’s we toe taggin’
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(?)
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im not but lou strapped
get yo sh-t threw back
i should be through rappin’
no phones but lou slappin’
im good she too average
i need a new bad one
no mask im too savage
my b-tch be coupe drivin’
my b-tch is too tatted
my name is what matters
the freakier, her b-tt fatter
you’d probably a cuff after
i only a f-ck after
sh-t real life f-ck laughin’
get k!lled for bus p-sses
i then gave enough p-sses
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don’t up it, if it ain’t 30
won’t touch her if she ain’t, yea
these sprites all filled with red
two dyk-s both givin’ head
free my young n-ggas yea
i told em this sh-t ain’t hard
sh-t different no takin’ cards
bro punchin’ like “where the cards?”
o.j’s bro “where the r’s ?
straight drop like where the par?
200 before we depart
this cover don’t need no art
im talkin’ like “n-gga what?”
free rik, don’t give a f-ck
you move, i’m raisin’ up
my mama then slaved enough
my mama then raised enough-
k!llers
b-tch we run the east come and f-ck with us
n-ggas shot me in my leg now its “f-ck n-ggas”
got a couple in the feds, got a couple in the states
got a couple shootin’ 40s
got a couple shootin’ drac’s
got a couple throwin’ b’s, got a lot of n-ggas crippin’
free the motherf-ckin’ h, rest in peace to all my n-ggas
i played like i was finished
now i really ain’t ridin’ tinted
my n-ggas like it’s whatever
my b-tch get sh-t together
my b-tch been cryin’ lately
my mama been loadin’ up
r.i.p my n-gga neph, forever gone throw it up

- 42 dugg lyrics

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