No Fakin
42 Dugg feat EST Gee
paroles 42 Dugg No Fakin

42 Dugg - No Fakin Lyrics & Traduction

[42 Dugg]
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Yeah, no fakin', compact, no safety and I'm on papers

[42 Dugg]
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

[42 Dugg]
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, ee-brand the girl
Step on the H, how much could it take?
Dependin' on the state, Kentucky 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

[42 Dugg]
Mmm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them
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

[EST Gee & 42 Dugg]
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 this (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, a Trump for the pardon, I'm Republican
Quarter zip of hard, me and Rob split our junkies
I don't hit a boss with the same route, I hit his flunky
And shit was kinda dry 'til I got it back bustin'

[42 Dugg]
Mm, yeah, rush them
I'm puttin' up half, dump them, nigga, fuck them
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


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