42 Dugg - Free Woo lyrics

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42 Dugg - Free Woo lyrics

[Intro] (Flexin') [Verse 1] I'm a no-shoestring-wearin' ni**a, just straps Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin' back How the fu*k he did six years with four flat? Course Hot Boy and Will hang together, they both rats Pull up in the hood, high beams on the Wagen My ni**as call me Rollie, all my b*tches call me Patek Ho, quit sayin' you could've had me, how? Shout out Lil— I'm the one who blew him down Rest in peace, drop sh*t for extra cheese This here for Neff and Rece, say I remember bettin' fives Hard times don't never last Told y'all I quit stompin', I'm on my seventh slab Somethin' 'bout that drug money make these b*tches get off Let me know if you can't see me, ni**a, 'cause I'll take the tint off We just left SoleStage, blew about a ten ball Free my ni**a Woo, or should I call him Mr. Fentanyl? Yeah, Gotti want a show, but sh*t, I'm finna have a spin-off Take a ni**a ho, you never told me that you loved her Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I'm sellin' drugs first [Chorus] Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring Help me out, if I eat, we all eat Ma, look at your baby Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah I might come through in a hard top, we draggin' I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged [Verse 2] From hustle kids to ball out, I still live in the doghouse I'm known for goin' on Moss routes like throw it up Hate on who? I'm goin' up Ain't gotta flash, I show enough Been in my bag, ni**a, get in yours Quarter million cash, ain't sh*t in yours Married for now, I'll get divorced, ayy This b*tch been actin' like she love me Came from nothin', doggy, we was thuggin' How you gon' judge them? ni**a ran off with my last and left me hurtin' Askin' doggy would he rather be rappin' or sellin' 30s? Youngest ni**a, but the first one in traffic behind the murders In that 'Cat, I'm probably swervin', state troopers make me nervous Young dog still into murders, throw his sh*t back like a jersey Put a Patek on a baddie, a Patek on a I put a Patek on a baddie [Chorus] Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring Help me out, if I eat, we all eat Ma, look at your baby Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah I might come through in a hard top, we draggin' I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged [Outro] Free my ni**a Woo Free my ni**a Woo

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