Tripping 42 Dugg (Lirik lagu) dibawakan untuk anda oleh LIRIKLAGU.MY
Antt did the track
You feel me
Come on
BeatGang
Ayy, ayy
Bae been actin’ like she f*** with me, can’t trust that b**** (f*** off)
Even after all the Louis grim, it’s f*** that b**** (b****, please)
New ass, new titties, wouldn’t touch that b**** (Wouldn’t dare)
Tuh, ayy
If she a bad b****, doggy, I done hit her (I done been f***ed)
Shout out my last b****, I’m s***tin’ on her nigga
Yeah, it’s a big difference (Duh), ain’t he 5’2″? (Tuh)
b****, I’m a big nigga, that’s what cake do
I make that drake move (Baow)
We sellin’ platinum Cookie, they sellin’ K2
b****, I just did the Lam’, and I did the Wraith too
Ho, I don’t give a f*** (At all), no, you can’t sit with us (Nope)
A couple thousand to the Reaper, he gon’ send him up
Niggas d*** suckin’ for a feature, I ain’t into rappin’ (I don’t f*** with niggas)
Make the b**** swallow my seeds then I spin her after (f*** on)
They like, “Preach, Dugg,” ayy, I been a pastor
They like, “Teach, Dugg,” we in a different class (Lame)
Rest in peace to Lil Cully, still ain’t givin’ passes (Baow)
Throw them fours up (Duh), we on the six with it (Big fours)
All my b****es cold, ho, I’m a sick nigga
b****, I got fifty on me, you with a rich nigga
Heard they had fifty on me, I guess time will tell
I wear Amiris, b****, and designer belts
b****, you know Antt did the beat
b****, I talk s*** for free, b****, I rain out for Skeet
I got my chain out for Reek, b****, I’m throwin’ fours ’til I finish
b****, I pour up for my niggas who ain’t got mail in a minute
I got pictures for ’em
To every ho who left the car, ayy, I got b****es for ’em
My new b**** is foreign, f*** like she in a porn
Suck while I’m bendin’ corners (Suck it up)
And now I’m mad, layin’ up, b****, I’m into scorin’ (Duh)
And now I’m mad, wearin’ buffs, b****, I read a lot (Ayy)
Just make sure them b****es tinted, I done seen a lot (I swear)
You got some soft, b****? Give my homie some (b****)
Off a dog, b****, b****, I made a honey bun
Shout out to KB, who? b****, the only one
These niggas ain’t me (At all)
We just want a chip, from where? b****, the ABC
I can’t miss s***, we got eight beams (Big drake)
Don’t even ask what year, was 2018
b****es know what’s up
When they hear “Skrrt,” b****es know it’s us
Ayy b****, you know I’m swervin’
She ain’t suckin’ d***, boy, you know I curved her (Duh)
Fifteen hundred orange, b****, you know I’m nervous
They can’t f*** with us, they ain’t up enough