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PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
Pavel Dolgov
Pavel Dolgov
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
GodboyDinero
GodboyDinero
Producer
Kevin “No Credit” Spencer
Mixing Engineer
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Foreverolling I seen niggas drop fours and couldn't believe it Y'all was supposed to been dead, y'all overachievin' You heard of Brick Squad? Well, nigga, it's the blitz squad And every time I hear, "Hike," I yell, "Blitzin' five" Blick 'em down (each), kill 'em now, yeah, we still in town Hit up Smurk now for a Perc' now, bitch, it's a ten a round I'll kill 'em now, spill a five, this how shit get fried Oh, you was outside lurkin'? Niggas still be lyin' He ain't dead, but we tried (bitch) All that runnin', I'm tired (fuck on) Bitch, you die, I'ma laugh (yeah) Still on Hertz with the gas (free the boys) Catch you slippin', I'm slidin', tell me I'm good at rappin' Y'all good at hidin', nigga, come out and get active My chopper shoot backwards (bitch), my bitches gets pampered (bitch) You probably didn't have her, doggie, she callin' me daddy 350, that's Pattie (yeah), five hundred, that's Rick (yeah) 250, that's Skelly, niggas so tired of my shit (bitch) Jeweler so tired of my bitch, bust down both of her wrists Bust down both of my kids, I'm havin' fun with this shit I should just run on this bitch, no hook, cuz And if I pass her, I ain't like her, that's a no look dub Bitch, I'm geeked off drugs, get your freaked out cousin I'm the reason y'all buzzin', how the fuck y'all don't love me? In the O, I'm with Chubby, in New York, I'm with Soo In the A, I'm with Wham, bitch, in the Chi', I'm with Zoo Nigga flinch, I'ma shoot (baow) Chin up and raise your motherfuckin' hand if you been up And when it come to a trick, I don't like to spend much Bitch be all on my dick, ho, you should let my mans fuck Hundred thousand Ram truck, this a T-R And both the baddest bitches I know is from the D.R And if they ask who the richest, nigga, we are Remember bein' on Roxbury with T.R., with C.C. and Antt Three Gs and cap, four thousand with tax Might buy it and never wear it, freak bitches, I'm sharin' Fuck wrong with air? Niggas be out here playin' I'ma opp your mans, Reece, these niggas crazy Reece, these niggas is hatin', Reece, these niggas fakin' Reece, these niggas playin' how I never'll play It's time to go again If I catch a nigga lackin', I'ma score again She just was playin' wifey, now look at her, ho again Quit tryna tell me that I'm big, I'm finna blow again I'm off a four of red It's time to go again Don't call me lookin' for no brick 'cause I might know a friend And way before I blew a M, bitch, I was blowin' ends And way before I mail it to him, I been on takin' shit Don't tell me that it's up, nigga, that'll get you thumped, nigga
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, Pavel Dolgov, Jeffrey Lynn Jr Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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