PAROLES
[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Flexin’)
Volume 3 shit
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Bag touched, now rap bitches want to act up
Five sum’, I wanna funk bitch, like pass sum’
610, 560, this the big Benz
Switch friends, I fucked her, I want to fuck her
You cuffed her, gave her your last, but I fucked first
Top ten, too many dubs, I done dropped ten
Drop pins, watch how I push up and watch how I show out
You got yours, I got mine, let’s have a blow out
I know why niggas hatin’ on me, but before I
Slow down, I’ma burn this bitch up
Then turn this bitch up
Three-fifty cash for like six months, bitch, what?
Get off my ass, I might take something, Tripp saw you
This and that, this and that
Apple had it, never gave it back, nigga, no cap
I was doing eighty out the trap, this before rap
I was retired killin’ in ‘010, you should know that
But I go back, shout out that polе, bitch, I blow that
What’s up with ‘cuz? What’s up with Blood? I still fuck with thugs
Me and Wood, both out the window, nigga, don’t move
Wе want greens, I want blues, we both want food
[Verse 2: Tae Money]
Boy, you a fool
‘Think I ain’t got the J’s for the eight
Up early, catchin’ plays, niggas finished, SMH
I still got ’em textin’ Nate, I serve out of Section 8
Niggas’ calling us for the opps like they investigatin’
Gloves on, hit ’em twenty times like I’m Gary Payton
I was only fuckin’ on you, baby, why you say we datin’?
And now you know I got a bitch, so why you say that?
Only thing you did was eat this dick off in the Maybach
Two thousand for the pussy, I ain’t gon’ pay that
‘Less you bad, you got some nice titties and some ass
Got Chanel, Dior, Louis, Gucci for you
I stay with killers, so you already know how we move
I get blocked fresh off, I turned one into twos
Them nigga say Big-8, banana clips for his food
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
We blow the chops, SIG, and Glocks, kid you not
Every other nigga get thumped, on Mox
It’s five-hundred profit, I’m frank more than Sinatra
Fully-auto choppers, I’m spending bands with gualas
Send her to the doctor, that pussy wasn’t smellin’ proper
And on my daddy mama, I know the nigga who shot me
So when I do him bad, don’t be textin’ me I’m wildin’
Bitch, everybody know I’m still childish, bitch
