42 Dugg – Turnest n#gg# In The City Lyrics
Artist: 42 Dugg
Song: Turnest n#gg# In The City
D-D-D-D-DJ Swift on the track
Youngest in the, hey, I see you n#gg#s (Mook, what up?)
Mook got the keys jumpin’
Doggy brick for sixty-five, yeah, I’m on that
Free Skeet, if they don’t take a three, then I don’t want that
One foot in and one foot out like f#ck it, bring them phones back
‘Cuz takin’ hits still, 12 could get ’em killed still
Buzz been goin’ up in the hood, Doggy a thug
Jedd finally cut off his hair, caught him a Blood
Still takin’ hits of the nast’, thought I was done
Nah, b#tch, get you a bag, let’s have some fun
Jazz back f#ckin’ with Chazz, I shouldn’t cry
Maybach, two hunnid in cash, I shouldn’t drive
Local n#gg#s tryna compete, show me a M
Ran up two-fifty this week, n#gg#, in Timbs
Gotti got ’em all lined up, I want a dime
Doggy talkin’ crazy on the ‘Gram, I wanna try ’em
Like he ain’t worth half what he be sayin’, n#gg#s be lyin’
b#tch, I get it, I’m still f#ckin’ ovеr all your n#gg#s
Turntest youngin’ in the city, you know all us pipe
Evеrybody tote a .30, b#tch, and all us fight
Gettin’ paid from them birdies, n#gg#s, all us Mike, Vick, ho
Let’s hit the road, I need a white b#tch (What else?)
Prolly move back to the A, n#gg#s don’t like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his indictments
Told all you n#gg#s here ’cause I’m on, why you ain’t write me?
I just got them call from Durk, n#gg#s kitin’ off the rock
See a opp, you know it’s on, say he right, I know he wrong
Ain’t no iffin’, b#tch, I’m goin’, two shot dealie, b#tch, I’m blowin’
Any color, double orange, rose gold, forty pointers
n#gg#s’ hoes, they be pointin’ (I see you)
Show that work work, n#gg#, I know like four of y’all ain’t right
Double seven out of five, n#gg#, four of y’all ain’t fight
Give me those, straight to Mike’s, that was never me
And tell that b#tch, “Get off my dick, I got better freaks”
Bro, if I want a ho for real, she’ll never leave
I’m still on the East, packin’, swervin’ in that Bent’
I still got the same air mattress that got her hit
Lemme stop, I got a b#tch, but n#gg#, she rich too
Turntest youngin’ in the city, you know all us pipe
Everybody tote a .30, b#tch, and all us fight
Gettin’ paid from them birdies, n#gg#s, all us Mike, Vick, ho
Let’s hit the road, I need a white b#tch (What else?)
Prolly move back to the A, n#gg#s don’t like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his indictments
Told all you n#gg#s here ’cause I’m on, why you ain’t write me?
I just got them call from Durk, n#gg#s kitin’ off the rock
n#gg#s kitin’ off the rock, b#tch
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Pooh Shiesty, Flo Milli, 42 Dugg & Rubi Rose – 2021 XXL Freshman Cypher
42 Dugg – Intro (free Dem Boyz)
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Free Dem Boyz [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021