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42 Dugg – Free Merey Lyrics

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TayTay made the beat
Money gon hurt you, I know you dont feel me
Niggas talkin crazy, boy, I swear that shit kill me
Forever, forever
As long as you real, we gon always be together

Label tryna tell me to switch my style
Say Im in the hood too much, and Im too wild
Long as yall get yours, Ima get mine
Old lawyer taking Xan, probably gotta sit down
Gotti just called, hope they free my dawg
When shit aint going right, wish it was me and not yall
Fuck paying the lawyer, bro, I wanna come get you
Wish you had a bond, you know money aint the issue

And, yeah, a nigga 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 aint my niggas
And, yeah, a nigga 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

Merey just wrote me, doggy bone, you got it
Keep making us proud or all of this shit dont matter
Ima hold it down, still write my letters
Bitch come around, mustve 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 dont wanna do no features
I cant wait til I see you, fill you in on whats happenin
Niggas hating on me, prolly mad that Im a rapper
I had to check the luggage, cant be traveling, too much baggage
I thought niggas was happy, real talk, I seen it all
R.I.P. to Rece, you the one I see in all us

And, yeah, a nigga 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 aint my niggas
And, yeah, a nigga 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 nigga 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 aint my niggas

And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still
Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still
Still doing work for my son
Still in my bag