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lirik lagu 42 dugg – free me

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[intro]
antt did the track
free dem boys, free dem boys
let me show you how life works, guns with the sh~t (beat gang)
ayy

[verse 1]
my youngin’ caught a l, ‘course i’m makin’ that knife work
’cause ain’t no guns in that b~tch
i seen a n~gga get a l before he got his life
i know a n~gga got a deal but then he got indicted
ain’t no point in even fightin’, “yeah, i did that judge”
after what happened to doggy, b~tch, i been back thuggin’
i can’t really talk on phones, just send five of ‘em for me
and i ain’t puttin’ paper on sh~t, i go handle ’em for me
i’m from the east side, look up the street signs, we made it
whеn reece died, i seen them rеal n~ggas was fakin’
and i keep five hunnid in small bills for baby
never turn my back on my brother, momma, i love you
half a million on a house, val took care of me
real n~ggas winnin’, b~tch, so i took care of the streets
last of a dyin’ breed, i still be buyin’ lean
i stopped textin’ my bm just to let her find peace

[chorus]
yeah, i let my b~tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
n~ggas know who run the city, pick your best five
how the f~ck you bust a richard down with sis?
how much a, yeah, one point v~v?
free dem boys, d~ckie fits all on tv
always yellin’, “free mine,” never, “free me,” they need me
tell her let me make her love me, i hate the n~gga she f~ckin’
[verse 2]
inventory, seven hunnid, i got one on the way
condo for f~ckin’ b~tches probably furnished by baby
see, i grew up around k!llers (k!llers), robbers (robbers)
jackson moonwalkin’ around this beat, r.i.p. michael jackson
i ain’t ever pay no taxes, all i know about is ashin’
bring the ho up out samantha, i want her to f~ck with tony
still’ll pull up in the zone, i ain’t squashin’ sh~t with quan’
what the f~ck do y’all be on? i swear i see too many cameras
b~tch, you know that sh~t was bammer, turned a model to a dancer
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til they hear, i pop off more than veneers
on the 6, you know it’s serious, how you know? ’cause b~tch, i’m here
a lot a money, a lot of jewelry, we ain’t trippin’ on you, period

[chorus]
yeah, i let my b~tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
n~ggas know who run the city, pick your best five
how the f~ck you bust a richard down with sis?
how much a, yeah, one point v~v?
free dem boys, d~ckie fits all on tv
always yellin’, “free mine,” never, “free me,” they need me
tell her let me make her love me, i hate the n~gga she f~ckin’