42 Dugg

Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg – Ron Artest Lyrics

Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg Lyrics

Ron Artest
this is a track by Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg

He passed me the ball (Yeah)
He never passed me the ball
He passed me the ball (Yeah, you feel me)
Kobe passed me the ball and I shot a three (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah

Niggas yellin’ from the stands, watch what you sayin’
Blowin’ peanut butter cookie with my cup like jam (Purp’)
Turn to a Warrior, put a dub on your head
You don’t wanna work, put some drugs in his hand (Yeah)
In a ‘vert, put a top on that bitch like a hoodie (Melo)
Doin’ top speed with my hands on her goodies (Phew)
Dirty-ass boy, why yo‘ pop so muddy? (Dirt)
Got so much cheese, I ain’t trust nobody (Boy)
My mind fucked up, can’t fuck with nobody (Uh-uh)
Dealin’ with heartbreak, I don’t love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks, come with me (C’mon)
You ain’t gotta slip, blue kit one-fifty (Blue)
Up that bitch, niggas turn into Ricky (Ricky)
Turn up with a bag, niggas turnin’ in gifty (Run)
Turn right around, I’m coming home wit it (I’m back)
It ain’t ’bout guap, don’t call my phone, nigga (Yeah)
Niggas real life dumb, I don’t get along with it
Prolly gon’ fuck if I’m left alone with her (Phew)
I just can’t pursue these rat-ass bitches ’cause they doing it for clout (Clout)
Neighbors keep on peeking through window ’cause I’m runnin’ it up
Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah (Grab the Draco off the couch, yeah)
I got mud in my ice tea (Got mud in my ice tea)
Rose gold on a white tee (Rose gold on a white tee)
I heard this bitch wanna fight me (Heard these bitch wanna fight me)
Yeah, my bitches don’t excite me (Mm, get the fuck on)
Right now, I’m courtside like Spike Lee (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ rich off rap, man, life free (Man, life)
White lows, man I do ’em like twice a week (That’s nothin’)
Pillow-talk to a rat then try and speak (Man, boy), niggas weird
I’m fucked up, ate Perc’ now I’m cured (Ugh)
Yeah, you in the streets but you lost, you a deer (Lost)
Niggas writin’ for a rap buzz, I don’t care (Why?)
Miss me with the rap shit, I was there (Facts)
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out, came back, I’ma champ (Ballin’)
She just wanna suck a nigga dry, she a vamp’ (Ooh)
Told me fuck a new chair, I need a lamp (Light)
Ain’t nobody else puttin’ mine on the map (Uh-uh)
Free P, I’ma hold it down ’til he back (P)
That nigga face trippin’, goin’ live in the trap (Yeah)
I got it right now, reportin’ live with the racks (It’s on me)
Ayy, free Ric, I’ma hold it down ’til he here
Fitty thousand on me, gettin’ head in the Lear'(Phew)
This the big jet, got a bed in the Lear’ (Big jet)
Baby goin’ crazy, me and Ced’ in the chair
4 Pockets Full and they ain’t CMG
Put the music to the sides, bitch, I’m signed to the streets (Streets)
I’ma grind’, stop bleed, never beg for what I need (Uh-uh)
Puppet dash strong, bitch, I’m lookin’ for the beans
Ayy, I just touched down, yeah I’m lookin’ for the lean (Yeah)
Callin’ for the work, send the bookers to Alim
Thought I got ’em made but they really double Gs (Gs)
You ain’t never ‘nough to fuck up a hundred Gs, nigga

Ayy, sometimes I feel left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed, still, I’m stressed out
Pssh, livin’ legend, I’m blessed now, ayy
Still goin’ through the trenches
Still yellin’, “Free my niggas”
Know she happy that I did it

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Songwriter(s): Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg

Marcellus Rayvon Register (born February 7, 1991), known professionally as Babyface Ray, is an American rapper from Detroit, Michigan. He is noted as an important and prominent figure of the Detroit hip hop scene

Dion Marquise Hayes, known professionally as 42 Dugg, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. He is jointly signed to Lil Baby and Yo Gotti’s respective labels 4 Pockets Full and Collective Music Group, in conjunction with Interscope Records.

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42 Dugg – IDGAF Lyrics

42 Dugg Lyrics

IDGAF
this is a track by 42 Dugg

Big 4
I’m for real
You’re tellin’ me you built a time machine?

Keep sleep running keep jeans coming
Where they charge or nah
Aye ion give a fuck
But I want for forty-five
Come get some pussy
Yeah Megan, I’m on Tori ass
Thirty two, forty nine
CRX is borderline
Tryna fold borderline
These niggas geekin
He only brought fifty k well how he want a feature?
What’s your name, nice to meet ya
This is for val or tameeka?
This is for Lost soul hard nigga heart cold
Bitch I move with a burner code?
Now I get a mill a check, call me darko
Five thousand my business?
Channel scarf on with the pearl glasses
Switch on a blick free Riq we still active

All my shit stop in the condos, the mansions
Taylor keep doing taxes
Mad that I’m a bachelor
Mad that I got bitches
Mad that I’m that nigga
Baby, get out of yo feelings
In February we tripping
Roll life, I miss my old life
Lemme show you what that roll like
Fetty brick, seeing five to a six
Ten, I’m the shit still
Who care if you don’t hold it down, cause my bitch will

Maybach, Maybach with the big wheel
7 million, all cash, that was this deal
Make a bitch get off her ass, come and drive for me
Since we talking bout Ms, I got 9 of em
Me and onika selling reefer in a five seeter
Ain’t selling yours? Shit, I ain’t selling mines neither
Now at your time reaper money man
Mr two hundred grams
He like that grape shit, I only fuck with tan
If you a hating bitch, no we can’t link
If you a hoe nigga, don’t come around me
I got my own niggas, I don’t miss crowd skeet
Niggas be foul, chief
Hold me down, T

If you a hating bitch nah we can’t link
If you a hoe nigga, don’t come around me
I got my niggas, I don’t miss crowd skeet
Niggas be foul, chief
Hold me down, T

If you a hatin’ bitch, no, we can’t link (Fuck off)
If you a hoe nigga, don’t come around me (At all)
I got my niggas, I don’t miss crowd skeet (Yeah)
Niggas be foul, chief
Hold me down, T (Ha)

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Songwriter (s): 42 Dugg

Dion Marquise Hayes, known professionally as 42 Dugg, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. He is jointly signed to Lil Baby and Yo Gotti’s respective labels 4 Pockets Full and Collective Music Group, in conjunction with Interscope Records.

42 Dugg & Arabian – SOON Lyrics

SOON
this track by 42 Dugg features Arabian

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Tell me you love me
I got Hitman on the beat
Tell me you love me
I been trippin’ in a box

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Tell me you love me, you need me
Nothing can change your mind neither
On my way to greet ya to beat, Jet 25
See her, can’t find her in Louis or Sax’, she not revine
Neither, carryin’ nothin’ rub on her back might put the sun in her
Fuckin’ her, she fuckin’ me back, I’m havin’ fun
Where was y’all when I was distressed? Gon’ put my head up
Seventy-five drivin’ my best, I’m gettin’ fed up
All these niggas wanna get blessed, every night, handout
This is me, five different bitches, oh, you my mans now?
Fully made a way for the trenches, that’s why I stand out
Nashville all in the kitchen, like where was you?
Pressin’ down on Fetty with cut still on the spoon

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Arabian]
Soon, I’ll be backin’ my myself
Soon, I’ll need nobody else
Who’s gonna be there for me when I need?
Help me live, fulfill my dreams
Soon, I’ll be backin’ my myself
Soon, I’ll need nobody else
Who’s gonna be there for me when I need?
Help me live, fulfill my dreams

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg, 42 Dugg & Arabian]
Know it’s crazy, since I made it, feel like niggas been hatin’
Runnin’ my paper, and too much focused on datin’
I just had a baby, feel like it’s drivin’ me crazy
Mama out the hood, grandma doin’ good
Soon, I’ll be backin’ my myself
Ooh, you know I spent five thousand on belts
My [?] caught you lackin’, down bad, and stressed
I need not more than ever, that money they could’ve give
You don’t know how much I been missin’ you every
Seein’ lil’ rise
Takin’ yo’ life, I wish they would’ve took mine
Caught him by surprise, I’m tellin’ you, I know I’m gon’ die

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Arabian]
Soon, I’ll be backin’ my myself
Soon, I’ll need nobody else
Who’s gonna be there for me when I need?
Help me live, fulfill my dreams
Soon, I’ll be backin’ my myself
Soon, I’ll need nobody else
Who’s gonna be there for me when I need?
Help me live, fulfill my dreams

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Songwriter (s): Julien Anderson, HitmanAudio, Arabian & 42 Dugg

Dion Marquise Hayes, known professionally as 42 Dugg, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. He is jointly signed to Lil Baby and Yo Gotti’s respective labels 4 Pockets Full and Collective Music Group, in conjunction with Interscope Records.

Even 42 Dugg worries less in Jail.

42 Dugg Seen Smiling In New Photo From Jail

42 Dugg appears to be in good spirits in a new picture taken from jail after his recent arrest for failing to surrender.
42 Dugg can be seen smiling while speaking with his family on a phone from jail in a new picture circulating online of the rapper. Dugg was arrested, earlier this month, for failing to surrender after being sentenced to six months in prison for gun-related charges.

Dugg had been scheduled to appear at a West Virginia prison facility in April but never turned himself in. Prosecutors say they had been searching for the rapper from then onward.

During a recent court hearing, the prosecution argued that Dugg is a flight risk.

“When he was arrested he had $25,000 in cash and more than $100,000 in jewelry,” Assistant U.S. Attorney Barbara Lanning said in court. “He’s claimed more than $11 million worth of assets. He has access to a private plane with a pilot willing to fly an unnumbered flight where Mr. Hayes is not included on the flight’s manifest. That’s not an accident. That’s not a happenstance.”

Dugg’s court-appointed lawyer, Casey Swanson, recently told the Detroit News that his client did not intend to flee and mistakenly thought that by appealing the sentencing, he did not have to appear at the prison facility.

“Mr. Hayes did not flee,” she said. “He did not intentionally avoid a sentence in this case.”

Antonio Brown – Pit Not The Palace (Remix) Lyrics

“Pit Not The Palace (Remix)”
this track by Antonio Brown features 42 Dugg & French Montana

AB
Man, I’ve been sittin’ back waiting for the moment
Man, to see you run down the field again, brother
I told you from day one, this was gon’ be a tough move
You made it
You’ve came through the fire (Ayy)
Be ready to see the light (Ayy)
‘Cause the prayer is ready for you to be back

I’m from the pit, not the palace, I’m kinda stylish
Lifestyle lavish
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
I’m from the pit, not the palace
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Came from the struggle
I had to hustle
Get it off the muscle, this is no tussle
I don’t gotta touch you
I get the beat, I make it bubble
This is tough
Fresh out the pavement
They bring the pain, I bring the payment
Throw in the hate, this an arraignment
I told you from day one, this was gon’ be a tough move

I’m from the pit, not the palace, I’m kinda stylish
Lifestyle lavish
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
I’m from the pit, not the palace
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage

I’m from the six, not the seven
Bitch, I’m the stepper, God, I’m the Devil (Ayy)
Steal from the church then pay off the reverend
Fuck on a first then send her the block (Go ‘head)
Spinnin’ with chopps’
I hope [?] no, I am not
Bezel bust down [?] wear the top
Mr. fuck a ho and leave and her
I don’t fuck ’cause [?] (At all)
Why they mad at us?
Shit, probably ’cause we eatin’
From the pit, not the palace
Fuck ’em if we ready (Fuck)
Fuck her if she hatin’, I’ma keep goin’ crazy (I’ma keep goin’ crazy)
Pit, not the palace (Yeah)
Bust down the Patek (Yeah)
Give it to my daddy, bitch

I’m from the pit, not the palace, I’m kinda stylish
Lifestyle lavish
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
I’m from the pit, not the palace
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage

Ayy, I’m from the pit, not the palace, Mr. No Stylist (Ayy)
Gotti, no malice
Top off like Tiffany Hadish (Woo)
Straight from the mud to the atlas (Uh-huh)
Shot for the moon, hit the stars with the fragment (Pop, pop, pop)
Verses more verses, you will get embarrassed (Embarrased)
End your career, better go check the tracklist (Han)
I’m from the jungle (Jungle), I’m from the struggle (Struggle)
G-Pack the bundle (Bundle), all the more sons you
Clash with the titans (Titans), slide with your lady (Lady)
Retirement plan, she won’t come back like Brady (Woo)
Coke Boy season (Season), got the white truffle (Truffle)
Drop brown bad (Bad), this ain’t no tussle

I’m from the pit, not the palace, I’m kinda stylish
Lifestyle lavish
Jump in the coupe with no mileage
Run it, style it
I’m from the pit, not the palace
I gotta run it, style it (Ah)
Hit on the gas, make it growl it (Ah)
Jump in the coupe with no mileage

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Songwriter (s): 42 Dugg, French Montana & Antonio Brown

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records

project: Paradigm (2022)
ANTONIO BROWN

Champions
Business Boomin
Get In My Bag
Put That Shit On
Pit Not The Palace (Remix)
Half a Moon
Ptsd
Don’t Leave
Chilly Waters
Pit Not The Palace
Shuki Diamonds

French Montana — Lyrics
Karim Kharbouch

EST Gee & 42 Dugg – Thump Shit Lyrics

“Thump Shit” Lyrics By EST Gee & 42 Dugg

Free them boys, we them (Me and Spiff)
Ayy, free them boys, we them (Keep one on the hip, yeah)
Ayy, free them boys, we them boys, bitch (Yeah, ayy, Big Papito)

Pop out with my ice on, Mr. Get Them Pints Gone
Fuck you want a price for? You ain’t coppin’ slabs, nigga
Bad bitch tell me that I’m better than her last nigga (Duh)
Rag bitch love me for throwin’ 4s and droppin’ fast niggas
Doggy still be cashin’ shit, fuck her good, then pass the bitch
Wayward down to grasser bitch, I probably made a ticket there
If I’m in there, them sticks in there, them Bloods in there, we blitzin’ that
Front to back, bring triple back, want eighty-five for these feddy’s
Cuddy’s talkin’ sixty fives, that’s only ’cause his fiends paid that
Fuck it, put a one on ’em and ship ’em out
Ice bowls, ice bowls, I said, “I got ’em” (I do)
IPhones, iPhones, I still got ’em (I do)
We take a jet to the bad, they buyin’ vests before they stride
I guess we know who not the killers, rest in peace, free my niggas
Ric’ called, Apple called, they all skeet (Hello?)
Murray called, ‘Onte called, then MD (Hello?)
White runts (Exotic), pink runts, four a piece (I got ’em)
Moneybagg, Babyface, EST
Buss down, touchdown then repeat it
Sixty-five a gram, nigga, who can beat it?
Red eye, been a Demon, fuck the Urus
Some youngings caught me slippin’, I ain’t trippin’, got insurance
Bitch, I’m back again, I’m strapped again, you get whacked again
They got the Hemmys, forgot the Benz, I put ten on each
I know his mans, I know his bitch, I do not forget
Give me a week, ask about young, he do not exist

Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy them thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy them slump shit
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too
Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy them thump shit (Gonna thump sum’, gonna thump sum’)
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy them slump shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too (Yeah, you know what’s up, EST, Skcretch Gang)
What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too (Yeah, mm, mm)

This fat bitch, I remember you, you been a hoe since middle school (I remember, been a bitch)
Dead or sippin’ soup from off a spoon, that’s what this switcher do (Mm, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Cappin’ niggas pitiful, condition never critical (Niggas showin’, niggas lyin’)
He die before he even knew, get some blood on all that blue (He was dead, shoot him dead)
Face shot, trappin’ in the spot, makin’ my H lock (Makin’ my dawg lot)
How you get that rich before you sign shit? I had eight spots (Mm, I had like eight on)
In and out, can’t stop, two stoves, eight pots (Yeah, mm, eight pots)
One on every burner, we the ones who do the murders
Whacked his younger brother and the big one, “Shh,” I know it hurt him (Mm, I know it hurt your feelings)
I ain’t accidentally puttin’ niggas under, shit on purpose (Mm, ain’t accidentally killin’)
It was rumors but I heard it, hit ’em four times with that burner (Yeah, four times with that AR)
Know we thump shit, thump shit, Gee-Ski them thump shit (Thump sum’, thump sum’, you know we thump shit)
What else you need to know about ’em? She can’t be fucked with (Yeah, we can’t be fucked with)
Set a nigga up or somethin’, bitch fuck all that slut shit (Fuck all that slut shit)
Let me pop this Perc’ before we fuck, bitch, I might nut quick (Wait, wait, I might nut fast)
Premature, come to shootin’ that blower, always bust quick (Mm, nigga always bust fast)

Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy them thump shit (Yeah, you know we thump shit)
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy them slump shit (Yeah, mm, you know we thump shit)
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too
Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy them thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy them slump shit
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too

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Songwriter (s): EST Gee & 42 Dugg

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: Last Ones Left (2022)
EST GEE

Ice Talk
Thump Shit
I Never Judged You
Spin
Skcretch Sum
Free The Shiners
All 100s
Whole Gang Buss
Free Zoski
Can’t Be Fucked With
My Yungin
Everybody Shooters Too
Who Hotter Than Gee
Of Course
Never Scared
Strictly For The Gangstas
Gave It Back

EST Gee — Lyrics
George Albert Stone III

EST Gee & 42 Dugg – Free The Shiners Lyrics

“Free The Shiners” Lyrics By EST Gee & 42 Dugg

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hop out
With the chop out
At my op house
Niggas swear they don’t fuck with 12
Be tryna cop out
Drive bounds
Smellin what I’m cookin
Put the rock down
That bitch
Used to fuck with us
She a op now

Block bitch
Fuckin’ B
Her excuse
She sellin’ beans
Who want em for 17
A thousand under 11 Gs
If check, exotic
Know a nigga — yes
Rapper where
I sell dog and I’m not embarrassed

Stress fresh
Circle squares
And that’s a solid rep
Quarter large
This bitch hittin’ hard
She tryna not to stir
I don’t care
I done dumped on niggas
With they mama there
I’mma jump out first
You know I never been no follower

I saved her
Then swallowed her
Supreme shoes
Prada purse
I don’t trust a bitch
So if I slip
My youngest still will lurk
Rappers second
Killers first
Mine’s probably in Venice
What’s the next
Still in the dirt
Lil homie and cousin
I’m young, thuggin’
Big sprites they muddy
12 uncles nutty
We been killin’ for money

Yeah we been killin’
For nothin’
Bird face in public
Let’s get back for our brother
Nigga better not ask for nothin’
Back up better not touch me
Niggas get killed for clutchin’
Niggas die before they blink they eyes
Ain’t even see me up in here
Was foggin’ across my eyes
I ain’t even get to fuck her
I was high
We just met one time
I told this bitch I love her

And I told this bitch
Just fuck her
Can’t get me
Gotta do my brother
Count to 3
At 3 I’m dumpin’
Bumpin’
Jumpin’
Fuck em
Slump em
Been yellin’ free Reek
I’m still yellin’ free me

ST, free the shiners
Exotic weed
Got Cs
I ain’t ban it
Fuck nigga been tryin me
Ain’t no put it behind me
I’m on this shit for real
Ain’t jumpin’ on no deals
Before I was countin’ Ms
I was keepin’ up with drills
I know what you ain’t did
And I know that you ain’t built for smoke
So why you playin’ with a nigga
Who done killed before
We still young, thuggin
Yellin’ free all my brothers
Yellin’ free all the shiners
Endited for wearing diamonds
Fuck em

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Songwriter(s): EST Gee & 42 Dugg

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: Last Ones Left (2022)
EST GEE

Ice Talk
Thump Shit
I Never Judged You
Spin
Skcretch Sum
Free The Shiners
All 100s
Whole Gang Buss
Free Zoski
Can’t Be Fucked With
My Yungin
Everybody Shooters Too
Who Hotter Than Gee
Of Course
Never Scared
Strictly For The Gangstas
Gave It Back

EST Gee — Lyrics
George Albert Stone III

2 Chainz – Million Dollars Worth Of Game Lyrics

2 Chainz Lyrics

 

“Million Dollars Worth Of Game”
this track features 42 Dugg

[2 Chainz:]
Ton’
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Yeah
Yeah

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]
Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I’m goin’ back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record when I’m writin’
And I’m famous, but {can’t shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watchin’ the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand
After market extendo, I pray it don’t jam
They say it’s on sight, then I guess it’s on sight then
First couple of shows, the F&N was hype man
Way before the PJ I had a flight plan (Plan)
Goat with me, shake his hand, that’s my right hand
A hoe’ll fuck your homeboy out of spite, man
We had so much lean the store went out of Sprite and
Y’all don’t get it, A on my fitted
Pussy nigga sayin’ a bunch of shit they ain’t livin’
Back on my pivot, kitchen, water whippin’
All these turkey bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving
Don’t make me pull out of me, cash, I ain’t trippin’
Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin’
Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time
Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body-

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]
Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I’m goin’ back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record when I’m writin’
And I’m famous, but {can’t shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watchin’ the Hawks play the Pistons

[42 Dugg:]
Still remember Chief, he was three doors down
I mean How? How you ain’t last a year? Look at me now
The reason why that bag in town
I got bricks, no top, sad, everybody won’t fit
Forever I’ll sag, they don’t let a nigga in, nigga
All my bitches got a Benz, nigga
If I can’t fuck, don’t text me
You ain’t gotta like it, but respect it
That FN still my weapon
Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot
Walk a nigga down without tyin’ my shit
Let him play crazy, he’ll die in this bitch
4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s
R.I.P. to Rob, now I’m trippin’ for the gas
Rolls for the winter, then I’ll prolly give it back
Still can’t believe a nigga made it off of rap

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]
Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I’m goin’ back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record when I’m writin’
And I’m famous, but {can’t shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]
A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside watchin’ the Hawks play the Pistons

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Songwriter (s): Majrooh Sultanpuri, Tauheed Epps, Julian Mason, Onkar Prasad Nayyar, Dion Haes

Tauheed K. Epps, known professionally as 2 Chainz, is an American rapper. Born and raised in College Park, Georgia, he initially gained recognition for being one-half of the Southern hip hop duo Playaz Circle, alongside his longtime friend and fellow rapper Earl "Dolla Boy" Conyers

Dope Don’t Sell Itself (2022)

42 Dugg — Lyrics

Hotboii – I Really Lyrics

Hotboii Lyrics

 

“I Really”

this track features 42 Dugg


[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Ayy, I really love my bitch, I hope she don’t take me for granted
I really spent a half a million on the opps for granted
I’m really out here dancin’, I’m really not romantic
I really got that Patek, ayy
Ayy, I really know his addy (Go get him)

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I really went and got it out the mud
I seen bitches turn thugs, I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the Westside with my chain out
I done seen some the best die, keep my head up

[Verse 1: Hotboii]
I done seen some the best die (Best die)
Ever seen an opp drop? Make mama throw a fish fry (Fish fry)
You can gеt your whip washed if you donate them a dollar or two
Wе could never be one cahoots, that’d be hard for us to do, yeah, uh, uh
I don’t cuff these bitches, alley-hoop
I’m just in a foreign thing, could lie to me, don’t care the truth (No)
T-Rex, my Redeye roar (Roar), won’t you just be my whore? (My whore)
I been through so much before, so it be hard to show emotion (Show emotion)
I gotta close my eyes to see my thoughts now
Walked in there with all my chains and that’s how I’m gon’ walk out (That’s how I’m gon’ walk out)
And no we do not beef for fame, niggas go to the ER now (Go to the ER now)
Run down gang, get walked down (Get walked down)
They ain’t pick him up, he got chop ridin’ with him (He got chopped down)
My own nigga creeped me and I forgive him
You know what make the world spin? Dollar bill
When he in the deep end, he be playin’ defense
No weak shit, he got sharks around him
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Hotboii]
I really went and got it out the mud
I seen bitches turn thugs, I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the Westside with my chain out
I done seen some the best die, keep my head up
I really went and got it out the mud
I seen bitches turn thugs, I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the Westside with my chains out
I done seen some the best die, keep my head up

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Had to get back on it, caught these niggas tryna steal the style
Talkin’ like you in that field, you better not get caught out of bounds
Hitters with me vikings, if they see somethin’ sweet, they take it down (Go)
You know I couldn’t do no Scat’, I’m in the ‘Cat, it don’t meow
Break it down, red key, orange seats, nectarine
Niggas out here sleep, boy, my bitch purse bigger than your dreams (Wake up)
They put money in my pocket, I respect the fiends (Utmost)
I’m in somethin’ foreign, I can’t pronounce it, this joint European (Skrrt)
Really told ’em get this shit in blood, he wasn’t showin’ enough love
I finessed him out his drugs, I don’t give a fuck
I really still get active (I will)
Got choppers out in traffic (Right now)
Prefer my bitches ratchet (They nasty)
I fuck ’em like a savage (Ugh, ugh)
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I really went and got it out the mud
I seen bitches turn thugs, I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the Westside with my chain out
I done seen some of the best die, keep my head up

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
I really get them bitches through the huh
I really know they watchin’ if you see me playing dumb
Forever gon’ have that blicky, free my niggas in the feds
Fourth quarter, had it over, you know Gotti bound to yeah
I still miss Ted, ain’t seen my nigga in a minute
A year and a half, I was there the whole sentence
Naw, I don’t want a bag, all my old hoes Spanish
And I’m still that nigga

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Hotboii]
I really went and got it out the mud
I seen bitches turn thugs, I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the Westside with my chain out
I done seen some of the best die, keep my head up
I really went and got it out the mud
I seen bitches turn thugs, I seen Crips turn Bloods, what you bang now?
All the way on the Westside with my chains out
I done seen some of the best die, keep my head up

Writer(s): Hotboii & 42 Dugg

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Javarri Latre Walker, known professionally as Hotboii, is an American rapper. His 2020 breakout single "Don't Need Time" has received over 58 million views on YouTube and spawned a remix featuring rapper Lil Baby

Life of a Hotboii (2021)

[Lyrics] » Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel – Ain’t My Fault | NobleLyrics

“Ain’t My Fault”

Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel

this track features 42 Dugg

[Intro: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
RBO GS9 (Ayy)
Everybody, what the fuck is up? (Ayy, ayy, ah-ah-ah)
I was just tokin’ on that dead ass nigga (Ah-ah-ah, huh?)
Get high, man, tokin’ on that dead ass nigga, that’s (Ah, ah, ah, get shmurda’d)
Sniper gang (Ah-ah-ah, huh? Get shmurda’d)

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
Heard your big homie a pussy (It ain’t my fault)
Your baby momma gave me pussy (It ain’t my fault)
My niggas vets, you niggas rookies (It ain’t my fault)
Lil Jon gave [?] with a fully (It ain’t my fault)
It ain’t my fault, try me, he get shmurda’d
It ain’t my fault, toss a body to the shmurdas
It ain’t my fault, my young niggas play with burners
It ain’t my fault (Really), it ain’t my fault

[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
That the opp got caught
Fuck the drive-by, gang hop out, war
Ridin’ with the chop’, I stay with it like a aux’
Ain’t my fault, your bitch in love with the lean
Fresh out the box, that bitch clean
Doe Beezy that nigga, e’rry bad bitch dream
Fuck that ho, my sneaky link a AR-15 (That’s the only thing I’m lean)
Nigga ran up on it, he got shmurda’d like he Bob
Fetti with mе, don’t try me unless you smokin’ Bobby (Baow, baow, baow)
They scrеam, “Ah, ah, ah,” he get bodied (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Do a drill with mops and then hop on the track with Rowdy (Huh? Oh, really)
[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
Wish I wouldn’t’ve hit ’em, wasn’t my fault (It wasn’t my fault, boom)
All my niggas, they want hunnid, they can’t be bought (All my niggas, they want hunnid)
Fifty chop’ on the porch, then put it in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
This Gat’ got two new bodies, I can’t get caught (Woo, bah, bah-bah)
Just shitted on these niggas, did I do that? (Did I do that?)
I just shitted on these bitches, did they look back? (Did they look back?)
Gotta watch out for these niggas, I gotta move tac’ (I gotta move super tac’)
I just brought my niggas two bitches, two .50s with MACs (And that shit no cap)
Tell that nigga that’s movin’ too crazy to chill, tell that nigga, “Relax” (Huh?)
The bitch that just walked by with Chanel on her foot, tell her, “Come sit on my lap” (Come on)
Tell my sister, “Rich girl, where your sis? I think you met your match” (Ayy, ayy)
AR both got APs on (Ayy, ayy)
(What? Bet you can’t bust it like that)

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
It ain’t my fault, try me, he get shmurda’d
It ain’t my fault, toss a body to the shmurdas
It ain’t my fault, my young niggas play with burners
It ain’t my fault (Really), it ain’t my fault
Heard your big homie a pussy (It ain’t my fault)
Your baby momma gave me pussy (It ain’t my fault)
My niggas vets, you niggas rookies (It ain’t my fault)

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
I paid thirty-six for cookie and ninety for the roll
If he get robbed when he leave, it ain’t my fault
I been killin’ since fifteen, [?]
McLaren, my bitch tomorrow, like sharin’ no bitch at all
My hands dusty from dawg, my Amiris work through the soft
My bag ain’t got a hole, I been in this bitch for years
I just took back the Bentley, I might take back the Urus
On five thousand with tool, I threw away the compressor
But still yellin’, “Free Woo,” my side bitches too messy
They all want me to cuff ’em, been with me since I had nothin’
The only reason I love ’em, I’m quick to tell a bitch, “Fuck her”
Got blood still on my knuckles, we had noodles for supper
Now my meals thirty-five
I don’t care how hot it is, bitch, I’ll burn the fire
[Chorus: Doe Boy & Rowdy Rebel]
It ain’t my fault, try me, he get shmurda’d
It ain’t my fault, toss a body to the shmurdas
It ain’t my fault, my young niggas play with burners
It ain’t my fault (Really), it ain’t my fault
Heard your big homie a pussy (It ain’t my fault)
Your baby momma gave me pussy (It ain’t my fault)
My niggas vets, you niggas rookies (It ain’t my fault)

 

Writer(s): Deo Boy, 42 Dugg, Rowdy Rebel

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Isam Mostafa, better known by his stage name Doe Boy, is an American rapper best known for his single "100 Shooters" with fellow rapper and label-mate Future.

EP: “DB4*” (2022)

[Lyrics] » Stunna Girl – Ratch | NobleLyrics

“Ratch”

Stunna Girl

this track features 42 Dugg

I’m ratch and he know that
Ghetto ass bitch but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I’m ratch and he know that
Ghetto ass bitch but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks

He love me cuz he know I’m ratchet and I like to fuck
He know that I’m in love with diamonds so he ice me up
Even when we going shopping he gone keep it tucked
Put the pistol on the dresser when we bout to fuck
On his square about Stunna I’m his little baby
Drop a bag at the dealer his and her Mercedes
Beat the pussy like he beat the block
He give me head I give him head
I call that a swap
Stash that shit gotta stash that shit
If my nigga drop the work I’ma bag that shit
Stash that shit gotta stash that shit
If my nigga drop the work I’ma bag
That shit

I’m ratch and he know that
Ghetto ass bitch but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I’m ratch and he know that
Ghetto ass bitch but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
He love me cuz he know I’m with it on that freaky shit
I don’t do all that running
You know I take the dick
Slurp on it spit on it than lick it back up talk to me nice when he tell me toot that ass up
He be like a plumber pipe pipe pipe
Pipe
He be doing orders swipe swipe swipe swipe
I’m the realest bitch in his life
Never fucking with the oops
I ain’t never switching sides
Stash that shit gotta stash that shit
If my nigga drop the work I’ma bag that shit
Stash that shit gotta stash that shit
If my nigga drop the work I’ma bag
That shit

I’m ratch and he know that
Ghetto ass bitch but he love that
My nigga trap and I love that
CC bag full of big racks
I’m ratch and he know that
Ghetto ass bitch but he love that
He get the packs and I love that
CC bag full of big racks

Writer(s): Stunna Girl, 42 Dugg

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Stunna Girl is the new hottest female rapper on the scene, putting on for Sacramento, California in all facets of her life. She states, “Sacramento is not the Bay actually. We're our own little people, our own city. We're 2 hours from the Bay, everybody confuses us.”

[Lyrics] » French Montana & Coi Leray – Push Start | NobleLyrics

“Push Start”

French Montana & Coi Leray

this track features 42 Dugg

[Intro: Coi Leray]
Ayy, uh (Hitmaka)
Ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Coi Leray]
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain’t no tick on it, yeah, yeah)
Two bad bitches, might trick on it
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it, lick on it (Lick on it)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)

[Verse 1: French Montana & Coi Leray]
(Bitch, you don’t know about that)
Word to Trina, I’ma trick on it (Woo)
We ain’t throwin’ ones, throwin’ bricks on it (Yeah, yeah)
Watchin’ all the drip ’til she slip on it
If that’s your best friend, tell her, “Lick on it” (Yeah, yeah)
Suck on it, touch on it
Kiss on it, flip on it, buss on it
Bust down, bust down, get your freak on
Count it up, count it up, that’s my theme song
Is you fuckin’ for the love or fuckin’ these millions? (Hanh)
I been tryna be a ho but I got feelings (Ayy)
She a little freak comin’ for my head top
Bust down, gave me head like Jill Scott (Hanh)
Shawty kept the hunnid, nevеr hit the switch on it (Yeah, yeah)
Richard Millе on my arm, call me Rich Homie (Yeah, yeah, woo)
[Chorus: Coi Leray & 42 Dugg]
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain’t no tick on it, yeah, yeah)
Two bad bitches, might trick on it
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it, lick on it (Lick on it, bitch)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Sit on it, bust on it (Yeah), do a split, shit
I’m a fool with this rich dick (No cap)
What that mean? All the cool shit been here (Yeah)
Prolly a seven, couple eighths, sippin’ ten since (All cold)
Trendy, keep a red head when it’s windy (Yeah)
Beamin’, caught him tryna steal, youngin’, what’s the deal? (Ayy, yo)
Grip say he got a six, I want all seals (Pints)
Trip lookin’ for the fent’, ayy, who this? (I dunno)
Wrong number, bitch, I’m legit
Call me for a verse or call me for some ticks
Niggas trippin’, prolly movin’ right, put the case behind me (Done)
.40 on the seat, put the Drac’ behind me
You on live still fuckin’ fives (A five)
I ain’t squashin’ shit ’til they die (Bitch, right)

[Chorus: Coi Leray]
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain’t no tick on it, yeah, yeah)
Two bad bitches, might trick on it
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it, lick on it (Lick on it)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)
[Verse 3: Coi Leray]
Top ten list with your bitch on it
‘K-47 with the stick on it
Yeah, when you touch this pussy, you gon’ spend on it
Yeah, Kelly Rowland, we got a dilemma
Yeah, yeah, can I eat on it, lick on it?
Mm, can I sleep on it?
Press rewind, run it back, then delete on it
Yeah, turn around, touch my feet on it
Yeah, real big baller and shot caller
Came from the opps, then you know I don’t want him
Pistol in the drawer, got the money on the dresser
I know he be mad I be fuckin’ on his bestie
Do it so nasty, know you can’t pass me
Eight, nine, ten, he be goin’ like a taxi

[Chorus: Coi Leray]
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain’t no tick on it, yeah, yeah)
Two bad bitches, might trick on it
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it, lick on it (Lick on it)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)

Writer(s): French Montana, Coi Leray, 42 Dugg

✍️ Correct Lyrics

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper managed by SAL&CO. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records.

album: “They Got Amnesia” (2021)

[Lyrics] » Pop Smoke – Bout A Million | NobleLyrics

Faith

“Bout A Million”

(Pop Smoke) x 21 Savage x 42 Dugg.

The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood

Look, run down, tag ’em
I give ’em twenty if he catch ’em
Forty-four, blast ’em
Hit ’em up, then I’m dashin’
I’m poppin’, I’m flashin’
The bitches love me ’cause I’m catchin’
Bad bitch, sassy
She got that fire like a dragon
Big body wagon
I remember I ain’t have it
Twenty-one, I’m a savage, I got twenty-one in the carriage
Throwin’ bullets, throwin’ bullets like I’m magic
Leave that nigga in a casket

The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood

The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood

All my niggas, all my niggas bow, bitch
Blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
We still steppin’, we still stretch shit
What’s on me? a F and, a F and, a F and N
Took my bitch up out a Taurus, put her in a Benz
That bitch there ain’t worth a quarter, I fuck with tens
Right after she said I couldn’t, I fucked again
Earrings on me look like boogers, bitch, I’m worth some M’s

21 Bang, do whatever for the gang
Nudy gon’ pop out with that stick and I know that he won’t say a name
Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin’ for fame
Ain’t no secret, big 4Ls, fuckboys know what I claim
Richard Mille, copped without a show box
Four five make you do the holdup
Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang
I’m on the block slingin’ cold cuts
Say you got a body, nigga, so what?
Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch
None of my opps ain’t on nothin’
Broke ass bitches got one gun
She get so wet and she slippery
She screamin’ and yellin’, “Put dick in me”
Most of these jewelers is sick of me
Savage spend money ridiculously
I ain’t with all of the bickery
They disappear I know trickery
He made a diss and it tickle me
I don’t let bullshit get to me
Switches on the Glocks
Rest in piss to all my opps
We treat beef like albums, nigga, all that shit get dropped
I ain’t got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch

The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood

Ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (Yeah)
I got bout a million worth in jewels (Look)
I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood

Bashar Barakah Jackson, known professionally as Pop Smoke, was an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. He was considered by many to be the face of Brooklyn drill. Born and raised in Canarsie, Brooklyn, Pop Smoke began his musical career in late 2018 with his debut single "Mpr".

★ Faith (2021) ★

★ Shoot For The Stars Aim For The Moon (2020) ★