(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could f*ck for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' Fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Damn near in the chain gang with all these f*ckin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a f*ckin' mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we f*ck and tippin' the pilot
She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body
Quinn ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby"
All my niggas from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', bitch, I got a habit
Don't like f*ckin' with no condom, I like f*ckin' baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but shit, he gone
Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, bitch, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that shit to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
Twenty-eight a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (we on 'em)
Fifty-five a piece, might ass her and then the titties
I won't bash a bitch for cheatin', I just might ask a bitch to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this bitch
Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a bitch
I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna f*ck again
I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and bitch, it's up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't f*cked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, bitch, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Reece
I sold work to all the deacons, what that bitch been askin' Dreka?
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could f*ck for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' Fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
42 Dugg - And I Gangbang Lyrics
42 Dugg - And I Gangbang Lyrics
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(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could f*ck for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' Fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Damn near in the chain gang with all these f*ckin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a f*ckin' mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we f*ck and tippin' the pilot
She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body
Quinn ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby"
All my niggas from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', bitch, I got a habit
Don't like f*ckin' with no condom, I like f*ckin' baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but shit, he gone
Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, bitch, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that shit to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
Twenty-eight a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (we on 'em)
Fifty-five a piece, might ass her and then the titties
I won't bash a bitch for cheatin', I just might ask a bitch to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this bitch
Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a bitch
I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna f*ck again
I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and bitch, it's up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't f*cked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, bitch, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Reece
I sold work to all the deacons, what that bitch been askin' Dreka?
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could f*ck for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' Fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could f*ck for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' Fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Damn near in the chain gang with all these f*ckin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a f*ckin' mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we f*ck and tippin' the pilot
She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body
Quinn ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby"
All my niggas from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', bitch, I got a habit
Don't like f*ckin' with no condom, I like f*ckin' baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but shit, he gone
Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, bitch, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that shit to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
Twenty-eight a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (we on 'em)
Fifty-five a piece, might ass her and then the titties
I won't bash a bitch for cheatin', I just might ask a bitch to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this bitch
Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a bitch
I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna f*ck again
I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and bitch, it's up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't f*cked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, bitch, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Reece
I sold work to all the deacons, what that bitch been askin' Dreka?
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could f*ck for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' Fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Writer: Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Dion Marquise Hayes
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: 42 Dugg
From Album: Free Dem Boyz
Written by: Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Dion Marquise Hayes