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42 Dugg – Still Miss My Niggas Lyrics

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Free dem boys, free dem boys
Pandemic almost over, what you say? Where that paper at?
Will used to be a killer, but you done changed
Wrote a statement on your nigga, this shit be crazy
You aint going for a thing, I used to praise him
Veno gon cook up, he mix the ingredients

I still miss my niggas
V-Live, favorite, Ill trip in this bitch
I aint goin in less the pole come too
Bust down Richard but my hoe one too
You aint gotta ask, nigga, know Im shootin
On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I aint lettin shit slide
Mr. Ill-Still-Walk-Shit-Down
Fanta lookin dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie

All the drug dealers wanna book me
Paid to get you killed, I aint payin for no pussy
And Im kinda schooled, dont shit, beat you triple
Ask about me, youngin, dawg, he always on the mission
Always first to shoot with that .30, I act different
If he aint dead, guarantee that nigga crippled, my bad
You still on the phone, yeah, with Drekk fine ass
Last time tryna love, shit, I hope it work

Still holdin for my youngin really fightin murders
First time on the hit, I was kinda nervous swear
You aint into suckin dick, you dont need my number
All about the money, all about the bag
Tracks kinda cool but I still fuck with Cats
Spin the block on em, throw them bitches at his neck
Cant forget about me, bitches know Im still the catch
Million dollars in cash, you will get stretched

I still miss my niggas
V-Live, favorite, Ill trip in this bitch
I aint goin in less the pole come too
Bust down Richard but my hoe one too
You aint gotta ask, nigga, know Im shootin
On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I aint lettin shit slide
Mr. Ill-Still-Walk-Shit-Down
Fanta lookin dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie

Know I fuck with James Harden but Ill never leave the rocket
Fore I let her waste my time, I put on all my watches
Thousand dollar jeans, my momma told me something thats outta pocket
Literally holdin 30 pairs of Amiri jeans
Member doin shows for a rack, I drove four hours for that
My folks shared a hotel with the gang, I brought like four hundred back
Ridin round with pistols in our laps, we aint runnin no track
Lot of niggas cap, Iont wanna boss but I took off my hat

I was 20 years old when I stole my momma coat, we was at TJ Maxx
Now its foreigns in the driveway, which one Im gon drive today?
Told the opps, I got manners, one of you niggas wanna die today?
Dumpin back, hangin out the window, have em dancin like Sada Baby
Know a Blood dont watch football less he bang gainst the Redskins
20 racks on Cuban links, not African-American
Put them chains on then went way faster
Feel like a ex-slave master

I still miss my niggas
V-Live, favorite, Ill trip in this bitch trip in this bitch
I aint goin in less the pole come too
Bust down Richard but my hoe one too
You aint gotta ask, nigga, know Im shootin
On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I aint lettin shit slide
Mr. Ill-Still-Walk-Shit-Down
Fanta lookin dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie

All the drug dealers wanna book me
Still movin, talkin bout no cookies
All the drug dealers wanna book me
All the drug dealers wanna book
All the drug dealers wanna book me

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