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42 Dugg - Rose Gold (feat. EST Gee) lyrics

Artist: 42 Dugg

album: Free Dem Boyz (Deluxe)


Fuck with me (free them)
Fuck with me (what they call you?)
Fuck with me
Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?)
Everything froze (yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word)
Come and get you some (yeah)
Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that hoe who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo
Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped
I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me
They cannot bring my bitch
Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit
How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up
40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up
These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us
Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck
Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck
All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched
Somebody bound to make you crazy
Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me?
I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats
I cashed out on that bitch
Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch
Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck
I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch
Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word)
Come and get you some (yeah)
Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah)
I still sell them bricks for low (yeah)
I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
2020, niggas know who killed the most
Tell lil' bro they scared
We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts
Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes
Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope
I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust
It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts
I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts
We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts
So if it's up, then it's stuck
Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks
It's on my lap and I don't clutch
So if I up, nigga, duck
Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both
Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug
Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word)
Come and get you some (yeah)
Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that hoe who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo
Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both
I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG)
Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga
If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek
All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny
Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies
And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners
Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word)
Come and get you some (yeah)
Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on?
Ask that hoe who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

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