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42 dugg - whole city aka prada me lyrics

[verse]
i got the whole city proud of me (whole city)
i’m talkin’ numbers, b-tch, that’s out of reach (outta there)
i know these lame n-gg-s tired of me (outta there)
baby girl, i’m who he tryna be (yeah)
doggie got the west side, b-tch, i got the east (yeah)
my brother got the joint, and b-tch, i got the streets (hold up)
you turnin’ n-gg-s up, b-tch, what you got for me? (hold up)
he upped a hundred thou’, like that’s a lot to me (not at all)
badgers jockin’, can you afford a chicken? (all f-ckin’ raw)
i’ll spend ninety on a patek, n-gg-, what’s the difference? (difference)
ayy, i’m a bad b-tch addict, baby, what’s the ticket? (i’m in)
i f-ck with doctors, cnas, i’m gettin’ tired of strippers (gettin’ freaky)
i got a couple still in college, even got a dentist (d-mn)
thirty thousand on my -ssistants, he ain’t on a payment (none)
n-gg-s out here d-ck suckin’, sayin’ i was finished (f-ck ’em)
they just gave my baby forty, but he ain’t really trippin’ (not at all)
he know once i touch a m, b-tch, i’ma come and get him (get him off)
fifties all in the couch, blues in the ceilin’ (no safe)
i left all my hoes alone, rude individual (they all)
and if you see ’em, tell ’em call me, b-tch, i’m back ballin’ (quick)
never missed a day of school, i just act tardy (late)
if i ain’t in a new car i’m in a back hallway (hall)
and i’ll smack a b-tch for playin’, b-tch, ask artie (b-tch)
you can suck it all you want, just keep your hands off me (get the f-ck on)
b-tch, what you think i’m finna do? i’m who they wanna hear (get your -ss on)
firebombed the townhouse, i lost two hundred there (burn it down)
white loads trifle, i crashed, two hundred each (a dub)
and if they yellin’ young and turnt, they all under me (all under me)

[chorus]
i got the whole city proud of me (whole city)
i’m talkin’ numbers, b-tch, that’s out of reach (outta there)
i know these lame n-gg-s tired of me (outta there)
i got the whole city proud of me
i’m talkin’ numbers, b-tch, that’s out of reach (outta there)
i know these lame n-gg-s tired of me
i know these lame n-gg-s tired of me (outta there)

- 42 dugg lyrics

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