Marcelo Burlon – 42 Dugg

Like when I fuck her from the back, yeah, freaky
Like to suck it in the cat, yeah, eat me
Reggie bows for a stacks, yeah, Rece
That bitch ain’t bad, she alright, yeah, decent
Hey, I just blew a couple hundred, that was recent
Just got cool with the swipers, where the pieces?
Just went up, I want a couple for a feature

If I ain’t love her only fucked her, she was leachin’
Like to step out, shit, bitch I got four, yeah, I’m teasin’
I could show a bitch the game, I’m a teacher
Heard she was fuckin’ with a lame, what’s the reason?
She like, I’on feel safe, he got a Drac’ and he a Keenan
Niggas rappin’, prolly singin’, pointin’ fingers
Yeah, I seen em, bitch please

I been doing this since 15
I been taking hits since 16
Tap dancin’, gettin’ beans
Nigga, look at my life, yeah re-rock them pints, yeah

I know niggas is ho niggas
Don’t look up to no nigga
I’m willin’ if bro willin’
I’m killin’ if bro killin’
Big fours, we toe taggin’
No tea and then four Magnums
Seventeen then two cash
Eighteen, a new cat

I’m not but Lou strapped
Get yo shit threw back
I should be through rappin’
No phones but Lou slammin’
I’m good, she too average
I need a new bad one
No mask, I’m too savage
My bitch be coupe drivin’
My bitch is too tatted
My name is what matters
The freakier, her butt fatter
You’d probably a cuff after
I only a fuck after
Shit real life fuck laughin’
Get killed for bus passes
I then gave enough passes
Don’t drop shit but classes

Don’t up it if it ain’t 30
Won’t touch her if she ain’t, yeah
These Sprites all filled with red
Two dykes both giving head
Free my young niggas, yeah
I told ’em this shit ain’t hard
Shit different, no takin’ cards
Bro punchin’ like, “Where the cards?”
OJs bro, where the Rs?
Straight drop like where the par?
200 before we depart
This cover don’t need no art
I’m talking like, “nigga what?”
Free Rik, don’t give a fuck
You move, I’m raisin’ up

My mama then slaved enough
My mama then raised enough
Killers
Bitch, we run the East, come and fuck with us
Niggas shot me in my leg, now it’s fuck niggas
Got a couple in the Feds, got a couple in the states

Got a couple shootin’ 40s
Got a couple shootin’ Drac’s
Got a couple throwin’ Bs, got a lot of niggas crippin’
Hey, Free the motherfuckin’ H, rest in peace to all my niggas
I played like I was finished
Now really ain’t ridin’ tinted
My niggas like it’s whatever
My bitch get shit together
My bitch be cryin’ lately
My mama been loadin’ up
R.I.P. my nigga Neph, forever gon’ throw it up