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lirik lagu free game (demo) – dj drama & lil uzi vert

[intro: 42 dugg]
they talkin’ ’bout out here? (free them boys, free them boys)

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
they like
“get in your bag,” b*tch, i been in mines (h*lluva made the beat, baby)
if mel order four, i probably send him five (no cap, antt did the track)
k!ll ’em, don cherry wit’ me, crippin’, tryna k!ll a five
oh, you don’t bang sh*t? same sh*t still’ll get you fried
drop some then skate off, i still remember six to nine
f*ck dawg, he hatin’ on me, i still be in this b*tch with mine
did some time, like six years, how you feelin’?
i ain’t goin’ back, don’t get k!lled, that’s on my n*gga
evеrybody on the finkle, still won’t put ’em on thе payroll
i could f*ck whoever b*tch, my n*gga, just don’t hate on me
i’m straight on you, n*ggas out here still doin’ sucker sh*t (ho n*ggas)
i done f*cked his main ho, his sister, and his brother b*tch
can’t trust a b*tch
n*ggas out here starvin’, doggy send somethin’
i still be sellin’, them people on me, i had to switch some (no bap, n*gga)
been six summers, i’m still turnt
fight who? i’ll k!ll first
dog on me, don’t deal percs
three chanels, them real purses
bae like we kick it
she pop it off by suckin’ d*ck
and bae, like, she can get it
i like freak hoes that eat hoes, and slap fives when we done
i hate ho n*ggas and broke n*ggas, won’t catch me with no bum (bah)
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
got them white arms on them clear lens, can’t catch me in my buffs (buffs)
i done sonned his sh*t a hundred times, can’t beef about no sl*ts
know i pulled up fresh as f*ck
in that brand new lambo truck
skrrt off on the dead body (body)
did a hit right in the foreign, it’s a big body (yeah)
ain’t know about it, but now you know that we been ’bout it
your b*tch at my crib, suckin’ my d*ck and she get real sloppy (suck it up, b*tch)
ain’t wanna tell you that sh*t, dawg, ’cause you be in your feelings (ho n*gga)
you ain’t do no k!llin’, you ain’t never pay no k!llers (no)
p*ssy, that ain’t wockhardt, you sippin’ on penicillin (what you sippin’? lame)
i’ma stack this money up until i feel the ceilin’
i ain’t want your b*tch, she looked at me like “really, really?” (really, really)
i’m in your city with these buffs on like i ain’t from philly
my life ain’t silly, i woke up and then i made a milli’ (milli’, milli’)
t*l*c, mean too much lettuce, cheese, my b*tch look like chili, yeah
no, i’m never stuck, never stuck (stuck)
hold my pants up ’cause the .40 tucked (baow)
i ain’t never meet a b*tch that didn’t f*ck some (at all)
i ain’t never meet a b*tch that didn’t suck some
know these n*ggas p*ssy, they ain’t gon’ bust none (at all)
nick cannon, walkin’ with a big ol’ drum
countin’ all this money, make me risk my thumbs
smokin’ all these opps, make me risk my lungs
[verse 3: 42 dugg]
new coupe, new coupe a quarter mil’
sign who? i was turnest ‘fore the deal
we paid, a lil’ over five, yeah
baby, suck it, i don’t even wanna f*ck it first
young n*gga done went a g5 on the east side
came a long way from sellin’ three fast
“dugg, you put a bag up”, i ain’t never had nothin’
the four mil’ plug deal, extradited the five hunnid
we still get money
“how the f*ck did he miss six summers?”
monclers and white timbs, b*tch come here
ain’t no f*ck around, b*tch we do real numbers

- dj drama lil uzi vert

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