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PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
Pepijn Baltus
Pepijn Baltus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Duce
Duce
Producer

Letra

FOREVEROLLING Yeah, I ain't never ask for acceptance, I guess it mess with 'em Police come, I ain't offer 'em nothing, not even a Mexican Is it a thot? Let me know, and I'll stop fuckin' this nigga bitch City shit, ask all the killers who got the city lit I don't do no hate out of jealousy, I'm 'bout stretchin' shit Plant it carefully, cut, after the hundred time, I measure it You telling me 'cause it's true, the streets should overlook it? They ain't ride after they took him like you ain't know he was pussy Whenever I pop outside, nigga, I be wild, and they be lookin' If a nigga I don't like ever blow up rappin', then I'm gon' book him If it's up with us, you can't quit, we gon' spank shit like a whoopin' The streets ain't want no H 'cause it ain't [?] straight and we cooked it I know niggas pussies Six thousand for the Black Cherry Gelato, this ain't Cookie A hundred thousand, a couple of bottles, who want Duggie? Ayy, y'all boogies, still Mr. Woody You know I ain't fuck her, but she was lookin' On both my brothers, I got Trufflez, the real Trufflez That come in duffels, I don't smoke, I sold a couple Just off the muscle, he ain't hustle, boy, I don't trust 'em Bitch, free my uncle, if I don't bust you, I'll probably punch you Not for no reason, 'cause I want to Nigga, what you gon' do? You know I'm lit, you know I'm piped Hundred G's on a bike, only drove it twice Ever got a Ducati, come through off Gotti Dog, you beat that body, you know I need you You home, and we even, nigga, R.I.P Rece Cuz I love you, I ain't never judge you I ain't been the same since I lost my granny, since I lost my brother How y'all ain't here to see me win? Help me count these M's Know I fell out with a couple friends, niggas weren't my mans Three hundred thousand on the Benz, probably do it again And if I catch another one lackin', I'ma shoot again Ayy, tell my cousin that I love him, I'm never judgin' I ain't been the same since I lost my granny, since I lost my brother And if I could, I'd probably hug 'em, look at me thuggin'
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, Foreverolling, Aaron Erlichman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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