Songtexte Free Dirt - 42 Dugg

Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fucked the first time, bitch, where my bag?
I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
Lil' bitch, stop postin' them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, we can't take drills
Out a hundred rappers, fifty of 'em ain't real
If he don't sniff this, then his bitch can't smell
Who can move a thou'? Lil' bro, I can't tell

I put this bitch on whoever freed Durk

'Fore he fucked cheese, bitch fucked me first
Pull up in a sleeve, eight cups full of syrup
Real mud brother, bitch, out a lil' stirrup

You could have that two-five, chrome with the pearl
Ever since Drew died, big four-five
Glock ten milli', throw a six-four blind
That bitch, yeah, that bitch mine
Phone won't ring 'less it's 615

Probably want beans, shit, he probably want ten
Hokey on lean, I'ma show him how to dance
Even if he want Gotti, I'ma send a lil' Benz
Want a full body, might as well keep goin'
This week I'm trappin', spend last week tourin'
Haunted house life, pink Runtz transformin'

Used to be a killer, well, now he informant

Bitch, you a rat, rat
Probably told on Ri', probably told on Ap'
All my fuckers on fleek, you could tell by they bags
He ain't with me, how you know he had a mask?
I'm in my bag, better ask your nigga
Them pics he be likin', them niggas, I'm hittin'
Big 4's, I'm him, all white and black Timbs
Can't show a nigga 'bout how to run up M's

Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fucked the first time, bitch, where my bag?
I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
Lil' bitch, stop postin' them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, we can't take drills
Out a hundred rappers, fifty of 'em ain't real
If he don't sniff this, then his bitch can't smell
Who can move a thou'? Lil' bro, I can't tell

Bitch, you a rat, rat

Probably told on me, probably told on Ap'
Parole hold on Durk, spend whatever, get him back
Like 12 in the dirt, y'all ain't never get him back
Break a seal on the purp', name a nigga sellin' that
He ain't fuckin' with me, bitch, tell a ho to tell him that
Me and my niggas get it done, get it done
Want the keys to my heart, show a bitch where the bomb
Want the keys to the car, cop a bag, get it runnin'
I survived in the slums
Mini-Draco, AK with the drum

All blue digits, might just wear 'em for a month

Freaky lil' thug, she gon' suck until I cum
I ain't tippin' nigga, rather spend it on my son
I blew a thirty on somebody just for fun
If they ain't really have to squeeze, what they doin' with us?
Knowin' we not whackin', bitch, quit tellin' me it's up
Ayy, niggas be cappin', niggas be buggin'
Niggas be rappin', real niggas be finished

Thirteen thou', let me clear my tab
I ain't fucked the first time, bitch, where my bag?
I don't like talkin' 'bout shit that we did
Lil' bitch, stop postin' them niggas we killed
Bitch, we sell pills, bitch, we can't take drills