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• Artiste: 42 Dugg
• Titre: It Is What It Is
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1209 Got a 30 on my seat, uh I miss you more than ever, pictures ain't doing no justice They say I lost a friend, and I told 'em I lost a brother Told 'em I lost a cousin, told 'em I lost a uncle Ma, it's hard to cope, but fuck it, I'm gettin' money I lost five homies And they lost ten So even though you cryin', Ma, it is what it is Val ain't miss a call, Reece missin' them all Real nigga winnin', know you proud of little Aus Cars gettin' faster, bags gettin' bigger Mel back home, free my other lil' nigga Big pop with a eight in it, they ain't tryin' to spin Gee, you gotta make nigga I put the drank down, back totin' blicks Know I'm ridin' with you, brother, on the strength If one of mines get killed on the 9th Five of yours gettin' killed on the 10th And I ain't into shit, just a nigga with a blitz package Say he took something from me, nigga big cappin' After all this shit, you really think I'm still trappin'? (What?) Made 3 million every month, I damn near quit rappin' (Yeah) On God I heard the bricks goin' up, I'm tryin' to grab some Hood rich nigga, Cartier crash on 'em If she ain't good at suckin' dick, I gotta pass on her I rock Cadillacs, the bullet proof, the fast ones (Skrrt) Nigga think they got a wave, but it won't last long (No) I be in the kitchen cookin' with my mask on Sellin' pounds, gettin' it down, it was my platform If I don't know nothin', I know how to get a bag off I give brodie all the lows, he runnin' through those I got twenty girlfriends, livin' like Pluto Double Patek duo in honor of my two homies, I miss y'all I sent that cash up, they spent, dawg First, you knock down the foot soldier, get the big dawg If a nigga who ever told call my phone, that's a missed call Chanel, cop a Maxi handbag, then she hit raw I'm on the chase, parking lot, pourin' syrup, havin' withdrawals Had a X-rated day, I put the Skeleton on two arms Slam a nigga quick, wipe his nose like a newborn Spinnin', if he live, catch up with him when he discharge Won't catch a nigga sayin', "No Diddy," that's for lil' boys Count this paper in a penthouse with a Ruby Rose I like hoes and I like money, but I can't bend or fold Me and bronem handle business like the Sinaloa Send the paper, send the addy, I'ma send the load Nigga live inside their studio they whole life And I ain't never go to practice, I'm like Allen Iverson And all they bitches wanna fuck me, that's why they don't like me I lost five homies And they lost ten So even though you cryin', Ma, it is what it is Val ain't miss a call, Reece missin' them all Real nigga winnin', know you proud of little Aus Cars gettin' faster, bags gettin' bigger Mel back home, free my other lil' nigga Big pop with a eight in it, they ain't tryin' to spin Gee, you gotta make nigga I lost five