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42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todd Terry
Todd Terry
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julian Juliano Suleiman
Julian Juliano Suleiman
Producer
Roger Goodman
Roger Goodman
Producer

Lyrics

YN2 shit Back in the day, it was different Whatever I went through, they was feelin' The sky is the limit, why niggas reachin' for the ceilin'? I tell 'em I'm ridin' if he ain't high, we gon' kill 'em My momma, she love me, first baby, I'm the one I'm more than an artist that done made it, bitch, I'm her son (No cap, gimme yo' bag) I'm her son, ayy (ayy), c'mon I went through the same shit with my daddy, I ain't trippin' (at all) He told me they comin' for what I got, but nigga, listen I never bow down, turned down a ho ass for these bitches I let it die down, but in my heart, I'm still gon' kill him Celebrate if you don't feel 'em nigga, do somethin' about it Cuz was a killer, he got two sons in college My buzz kinda different, I'm holdin' it for the bottom Never catch me in my feelings, just white lows and designer It's a movement, beam is on it, yeah, suck a nigga dick There's so many lames out here tryna fuck a nigga bitch I'll smack a nigga silly and I don't trust shit I'll whack a nigga with me (bah) They tell me that I'm blessed, and I should act a little different No, I'm back to being distant Here face to face submission, mask on when I'm whippin' Ayy, I'm high right now I miss my nigga Lou, I can't die right now How the fuck I ain't hit him, all the times I shot? You forever my guy (I miss you) Thought the answer was over (I miss you though, for real) The world on my shoulders (okay) Can't believe you gone, doggy, that shit hurt me bad If I ever spend five on a purse, she bad If we ain't first, we last, bro he ain't turnt, he cap At every show, I'm strapped, bitch, you'll still get smacked I know it's crazy, ah Ayy, I mean my whole hood turnt, nigga Let's be for real, bitch, my whole wood done burn niggas Before the deal, I was really out here servin' Bitches say I'm perfect, same young nigga that'll hurt you Momma say I better make it in before the curfew Bows comin' up short, doggy got them bills I ain't ever burnin' down, nigga, this for Nef Paid a little over 70, uh, you can tell, ayy Got the world on my shoulder All my bitches lookin' colder, yeah
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Dion Marquise Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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