Still Miss My Niggas 42 Dugg (Ft. Rylo Rodriguez)
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[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Free dem boys, free dem boys)
Pandemic almost over, what you say (Where that paper at?)
Will used to be a killer, but you done changed
Wrote a statement on your nigga, this shit be crazy
You ain't going for a thing, I used to praise him
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I still miss my niggas
V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch
I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too
Bust down Richard but my ho one too
You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin'
On Rece, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide
Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down, Fanta lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound, not cookie
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
All the drug dealers wanna book me
Paid to get you killed, I ain't payin' for no pussy
And I'm kinda schooled, don't shit, beat you triple
Ask about me, youngin', dawg, he always on the mission
Always first to shoot with that .30, I act different
If he ain't dead, guarantee that nigga crippled, my bad
You still on the phone, yeah, with Drekk fine ass
Last time tryna love, shit, I hope it work
Still holdin' for my youngin' really fightin' murders
First time on the hit, I was kinda nervous (Swear)
You ain't into suckin' dick, you don't need my number
All about the money, all about the bag
Tracks kinda cool but I still fuck with 'Cats
Spin the block on 'em, throw them bitches at his neck
Can't forget about me, bitches know I'm still the catch
Million dollars in cash, you will get stretched
(Free dem boys, free dem boys)
Pandemic almost over, what you say (Where that paper at?)
Will used to be a killer, but you done changed
Wrote a statement on your nigga, this shit be crazy
You ain't going for a thing, I used to praise him
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I still miss my niggas
V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch
I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too
Bust down Richard but my ho one too
You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin'
On Rece, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide
Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down, Fanta lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound, not cookie
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
All the drug dealers wanna book me
Paid to get you killed, I ain't payin' for no pussy
And I'm kinda schooled, don't shit, beat you triple
Ask about me, youngin', dawg, he always on the mission
Always first to shoot with that .30, I act different
If he ain't dead, guarantee that nigga crippled, my bad
You still on the phone, yeah, with Drekk fine ass
Last time tryna love, shit, I hope it work
Still holdin' for my youngin' really fightin' murders
First time on the hit, I was kinda nervous (Swear)
You ain't into suckin' dick, you don't need my number
All about the money, all about the bag
Tracks kinda cool but I still fuck with 'Cats
Spin the block on 'em, throw them bitches at his neck
Can't forget about me, bitches know I'm still the catch
Million dollars in cash, you will get stretched
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