42 Dugg - Free Merey lyrics

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42 Dugg - Free Merey lyrics

[Intro] TayTay made the beat Money gon' hurt you, I know you don't feel me ni**as talkin' crazy, boy, I swear that sh*t kill me Forever, forever As long as you real, we gon' always be together [Verse 1] Label tryna tell me to switch my style Say I'm in the hood too much and I'm too wild Long as y'all get yours, I'ma get mine Old lawyer taking Xan, probably gotta sit down Gotti just called, hope they free my dawg When sh*t ain't going right, wish it was me and not y'all fu*k paying the lawyer, bro, I wanna come get you Wish you had a bond, you know money ain't the issue (The issue) [Chorus] And, yeah, a ni**a still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you All those people 'round really ain't my ni**as And, yeah, a ni**a still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Still doing work for my son Still in my bag, still on my own [Verse 2] Merey just wrote me, doggy bone, you got it Keep making us proud or all of this sh*t don't matter I'ma hold it down, still write my letters b*tch come around, must've seen my Patek Still selling to the addict, used to be the way I eat Send a Wocky to my dad, say he been having problems sleepin' Keep my music to myself, really don't wanna do no features I can't wait 'til I see you, fill you in on what's happenin' ni**as hating on me, prolly mad that I'm a rapper I had to check the luggage, can't be traveling, too much baggage I thought ni**as was happy, real talk, I seen it all RIP to Rece, you the one I see in all us [Chorus] And, yeah, a ni**a still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you All those people 'round really ain't my ni**as And, yeah, a ni**a still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Still doing work for my son Still in my bag, still on my own And, yeah, a ni**a still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you All those people 'round really ain't my ni**as And, yeah, a ni**a still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Still doing work for my son Still in my bag

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