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42 dugg - real talk lyrics

[intro]
ayy, if you don’t f-ck with us
we don’t f-ck with you, n-gg- (that’s just what it is)
and that’s just what it is (a-ha)
straight up

[verse]
i don’t mind k!llin’, that’s the blood in me (real talk)
and i been breakin’ down bills since a lil’ n-gg- (come on)
just got off the phone right now, i know the sh-t been crazy (f-ck)
told ’em, “good lookin’ on that rat, n-gg-, he shouldn’t have made it”
and i’ma keep it real, sometime i don’t feel like it (at all)
but i got a son, n-gg-, and i still write ’em
ask me why i’m talkin’ sh-t like they investigatin’
i know i wanna smoke but we might be the next to make it
all these percs on me n-gg-, got my phone ringin’
b-tches shakin’ -ss, n-gg-s tuned in
gon’ pop a watcher head, n-gg-, that’s a dub pokin’
five trays full of ones got the club focused
they love a n-gg-, from the b-tches to the club owners
we got alcohol, we got drugs on us
only trippin’ off a -sniff- if a mutt on us
i can’t tell you sh-t but how the hood talk
we got a draw for every problem, b-tch, that’s wood talk
i’m from the east, n-gg-, where ain’t nothin’ grew
but i can still show your b-tch how a hundred look
and i can still show your b-tch who you been runnin’ wit’
you n-gg-s known for talkin’, we known for runnin’ sh-t
you n-gg-s into textin, we into runnin’ b-tches
my youngin down in texas know how to hunt a b-tch
we got them drugs with us, talkin’ a hundred strips
i know they watchin’ me, keep a glock with me
f-ck the law, bro, what? all that ain’t stoppin’ me
i keep a couple ’round that go up-top for me
n-gg-s gon’ f-ck around, become an opp to me
b-tch the whole east say they rock with me
shout out to ant beast, it’s time to lock the streets
dead before they signed or rich, you know i rock with meech
this is for your honor, free my brother skeet
this one for my mama, boy, i’m worth a hundred gs
shout out to the firm, i can move a hundred beans
shout out to the firm, i can move a hundred bowls
b-tch, i’m on parole, still keep a hundred close
two hundred on the dash, i be on the go
put him on his -ss, thought he had me on the ropes
mind clear for us, them our only copes
b-tches stare at us like we they only hope
beans in the sprite, that’s the only dope
beans get sent off, sh-t, that’s all i know
ten milli glocks, all i f-ckin’ tote
i’m waitin’ on you, doggy, that’s the only thing i wrote
finna sign out, hope they let man out
if you don’t think i’m totin’, n-gg-, come and find out
b-tch
lil n-gg-
ant did the track

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