42 Dugg - No Fakin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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42 Dugg - No Fakin (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, no fakin', compact, no
safety and I'm on papers
Mmm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga,
fuck them (FORVEROLLING)
Wait 'til I tell Geeski
Niggas want a peace treaty,
I told you they'll need me
Watch this, who they call when them
blocks hit? Nigga, my shit
He got a rose Patek, yeah,
but he not rich
Mmm, yeah, flush them
They take a what? Cut
them, then bust them
Mmm, my nigga, I get it, they
playin', watch this one
Somewhere in the Pearl,
re-brand the girl
Step on the H, how much could it take?
Dеpendin' on the state,
Kеntucky like an eight
The Nash like a ten, then again
I only sent him fent', so who knows?
Well, shit, it might be
It's time to get a new phone
Love when I re, big bruh,
the blues gone
Love when I re nephew, the food gone
Still ain't never heard Doggy
bone, the juice slow
Get it on me, baby, I can
put some C's on you
We got 'za's and that's only
to the weed smokers
My momma know I got us, boo, I promise
I'm puttin' up half, dump
them, nigga, fuck them
You gon' come to me man
to man about our bitch
They got it lit for a summer,
ain't been popped since
We ain't that deep, but still
my whole team top picks
They think he dumb, but he can 3D
print a Glock switch (Yeah, mm)
Lil Sker can't buy tobacco yet
and he still'll knock bricks
I got him smacked, the only thing
happened back, I got dissed (Mm)
Have your momma cryin' on the
news, she want justice
I don't feel bad 'cause she
sad, nigga, fuck him
Thousand-eight grams in that bag,
this for unc' and 'nem (Uh)
Group FaceTime from the feds,
free big bruh and them (Mm)
Quarter large to Trump for the
pardon, I'm Republican
Quarter zip of hard, me and
Rob split our junkies
I done hit a boss with the same
route I hit his flunky
And shit was kinda dry 'til
I got it back bustin'
Mm, yeah, rush them
He got a rose Patek, yeah,
but he not rich mmmm
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