Read the most detailed lyrics to 'U-Digg' by Lil Baby and 42 Dugg, featuring Veeze. U-Digg was released on June 17th, produced by Antt Beatz, check out the lyrics to the song below.

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Lil Baby, 42 Dugg & Veeze - U-Digg Lyrics

Intro
(Antt did the track)

Verse 1: Lil Baby
'Rari sitting on twenty-fours, ya dig?
I cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role, ya dig?
A couple million plus I spent on clothes, ya dig?
Bitch actin' like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, ya dig?
These lame-ass rappers tryna see if I fucked they bitch, you know I did
Got three hundred pounds at the spot and they all disappeared, you know where they went (What?)
Ain't worried about a ho telling her best friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich
Got four-five hoes on a jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit (Yeah)
I'm a hot head but my heart cold, that bitch just won't unthaw
I done ran it up, I ain't going broke, that shit ain't in my thoughts
I'm a real player, if you play it wrong, you can't keep the shit that I bought
Got white girl like Mary Jane, trap swinging like Pete Parker
Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doing the shit I taught him
On Rodeo in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss, it's cool though, but your ass better not get caught (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)

Chorus: Lil Baby & Veeze
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig? (Dig)
Brand new money, blue notes falling out my clothes, ya dig? (Dig)
This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig? (Nah)
Nigga shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? (Shh)
These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Alright)
When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real (Ooh)
I'm heavy handed pouring in, all my cups be over spilled
I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill

Verse 2: Veeze
That lil' hunnid thou', I made that shit five times, no deally (Fuck)
He rap about opps but ain't put them hoes down, he silly (Haha)
I'ma shop when I land, I ain't gotta take no bags, each city (Yeah)
I'm fucking his bitch and talking about it in my raps, he gon' kill me
I'm walking a check, got six-fifty on each leg, ya dig? (Yeah)
Dollar Faygo, now it's worth a band, ya dig? (Ooh)
Amiri flannel blue, I'm dressed like Craig, ya dig? (Ooh)
Just like Simon, bitch, better do what I say, ya dig?
I go to the club with it on me, I seen niggas die tryna run to the whip, yeah
My life is a movie like Paid in Full, my uncles, they hate that I'm rich, yeah
I might go to hell, I'll ice skate with the devil before I put faith in a bitch
I fucked her so good, she ain't ask for the money, I was 'posed to be paying her rent
I'm giving the blicks to the shorties for free, but they only get paid for a hit
I'm capital P, how I'm peeling these pints and painting these pops like Prince, yeah
It come out the wrapper, it shine and glisten, it look like the flake of a fish
The way I was kicking my pimping, a regular nigga, he can't even dig (Damn)
I done dressed up, all my cups look like Suge Knight, you know they red
My Glock so switched, it went from Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans
Who that flew by in the 'Rari, same color Trae Young? You know that's twin
I done fucked this ho for a year, I ain't go on no date, she know we friends (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)

Chorus: Lil Baby & Veeze
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig?
Brand new money, blue notes falling out my clothes, ya dig?
This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig?
Nigga shake my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig?
These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Nah)
When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real
I'm heavy handed pouring in, all my cups be over spilled
I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill

Verse 3: 42 Dugg
I'd rather chase that check, that bag, stash nine Ms over 1.5
Damn right, I got a dime, they don't see me
I was probably wearing Tru's before Chief Keef
Drop a five in the Sprite, bitch, pink, pink (Yeah)
If I knock a bitch down, hear, "Ding, ding"
Time to go, Chrome Hearts vest four thousand (Yeah)
What about the coat? Turnt young nigga, I know
Never surrender, niggas asking why I tote, bet if I up, I blow
Fucked they bitch, I know, hundred Gs, five for a show, nigga
I got the 'Cat, the Track', the Urus, the 'Bach, I bet if I call she fuck (Hello?)
I got T-Rex the bike, TRX the truck, that shit like two hundred something plus
I'm the turntest nigga you know from the city, you dig?
Bitch, if we catch him, you know we gon' kill him, on my kids
This Big 4 shit so for real, I still spin just for the thrill
But where you at? I'm on his heels, pull up on me, I'm at LIV (Miami)

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Here is the correct and complete lyrics to '4 Da Gang' by 42 Dugg and Roddy Ricch, 4 Da Gang was released in 2021, as the fourth track on 42 Dugg's "Free Dem Boyz" album. 4 Da Gang was produced by TayTayMadeIt, read the lyrics to 4 Da Gang and sing along.

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42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch - 4 Da Gang Lyrics

Intro: 42 Dugg
You
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we'll do

Verse 1: 42 Dugg
Ain't nothing plain on me, nigga, four chains on me (I just want to be loved by you)
I ain't tripping 'bout that ho, nigga, she came on me
I got a bitch from the West, she'll suck a nigga soft
Bitch from the East, she'll fuck a nigga dawgs (No one like—)
Still playing with that raw even though I got a deal
Had to get up out the city, I just got a nigga killed
Pause, I'm lying, kinda, still sipping out the Fanta
OxyContin and Opanas, I want four-two for each
Niggas upped Lou for free, that's my nigga, come and kick it
Mister still'll serve the city, I'm the reason it's some chicken
Why the fuck you in the kitchen tryna turn one?
Daire quit pulling on thе blender 'fore you burn somе
Baby say she want a real nigga, but she don't get it
Why you ain't never up at night? I told you I been sipping
Still go harder for my niggas, wish I could bring you back
Turntest in the city, white lows, blue flags
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just dropped a Urus for the gang
Catch me in the city, young nigga, four chains
Signed to CMG, still in the dope game
I don't swipe propane, really got it out the mud
Big 4 Gang, catch me riding with the thugs
And I got it on my own, ain't nobody helped me
Remain humble, sell crack to dope fiends
You can't "Lil' bro" me, bitch, I really got a check
42 in this shit, I be really on that
Put the city on my back, still remember hard times
2018 was the year my dawg died

Chorus: 42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch
Pull up in frog eyes, yeah nigga, we winning
Amiris on low, if not, wheat Timbs
Me and 42 pulling up, twin Bentleys
Peanut butter seats, all my windows tinted
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just dropped a Urus for the gang
Tied from the D to LA
Always keep it a hunnid K

Verse 2: Roddy Ricch
Number one nigga, but they're never gon' admit it
I was doing two-hundred in the 'Rari and got a ticket
Every time they see me, they say they ain't seen me in a minute
Probably fucking on your bitches, probably running up the digits
Forgiato wheels, both lanes
Floor mats say a nigga name
Interrogation, feds tried to put us on the board, never identified
All my niggas always getting dough, it's always chicken time
I got niggas in the box, gon' call me collect
I got model bitches that be tryna call me for sex
And you know what they say, "If it ain't directed, then don't respect it"
You see 'em out in public, they gon' act like they never said it
I see by the C-side, I throw it up two times
And your nigga got a gangster card, he bought it off Groupon
One of the young niggas that be getting love in the city
From the hub to the dub in the tub, fuck with me

Chorus: 42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch
Pull up in frog eyes, yeah nigga, we winning
Amiris on low, if not, wheat Timbs
Me and 42 pulling up, twin Bentleys
Peanut butter seats, all my windows tinted
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just dropped a Urus for the gang
Tied from the D to LA
Always keep it a hunnid K

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Here is the official lyrics to 'Thump Shit' by American rappers 42 Dugg and EST Gee, read the lyrics in a few scrolls. Thump Shit was released on April 5, produced by Jared Brown, Isaiah Brown, Spiff Sinatra and Big Papito.

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42 Dugg & EST Gee - Thump Shit Lyrics

Intro: 42 Dugg
Free them boys, we them (Me and Spiff)
Ayy, free them boys, we them (Keep one on the hip, yeah)
Ayy, free them boys, we them boys, bitch (Yeah, ayy, Big Papito)

Verse 1: 42 Dugg
Pop out with my ice on, Mr. Get Them Pints Gone
Fuck you want a price for? You ain't copping slabs, nigga
Bad bitch, tell me that I'm better than her last nigga (Dugg)
Rat bitch, love me for throwing fours and dropping fives, nigga
Doggy still be cashing shit, fuck her good, then pass the bitch
Wayburn down to grasser, bitch, I probably made a ticket there
If I'm in there, them sticks in there, them Bloods in there, we blitzing that
Front to back, bring triple back, want eighty-five for these feddy's
Cuddy's talking sixty-five, that's only 'cause his fiends petty
Fuck it, put a one on it, then ship 'em out
Ice bowls, ice bowls, I said, "I got 'em" (I do)
IPhones, iPhones, I still got 'em (I do)
We take a jet to the bad, they buy a vest before they stride
I guess we know who not the killers, rest in peace, free my niggas
Ric called, Apple called, then Skeet (Hello?)
Merey called, 'Onte called, then MD (Hello?)
White Runtz (Exotic), pink Runtz, four a piece (I got 'em)
Moneybagg, Babyface, EST
Buss down, touchdown, then repeat it
Sixty-five, a gram, nigga, who can beat it?
Redeye, then the Demon, fuck the Urus
Some youngins caught me slipping, I ain't tripping, got insurance
Bitch, I'm back again, I'm strapped again, you get whacked again
They got the Hemis, forgot the Benz, I put ten on each
I know his mans, I know his bitch, I do not forget
Give me a week, ask about young, he do not exist

Chorus: 42 Dugg & EST Gee
Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy 'nem thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy 'nem slump shit
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngins, Doggy? My youngins killers too
Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy 'nem thump shit (Gonna thump sum', gonna thump sum')
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy 'nem slump shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too (Yeah, you know what's up, EST, Skcretch Gang)
What about your youngins, Doggy? My youngins killers too (Yeah, mm, mm)

Verse 2: EST Gee
Fat bitch, I remember you, you been a ho since middle school (I remember, been a bitch)
Dead or sipping soup from off a spoon, that's what this switch'll do (Mm, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Capping niggas pitiful, condition never critical (Niggas showing, niggas lying)
He die before he even knew, get some blood on all that blue (He was dead, shoot him dead)
Face shot, trapping in the spot, making my H lock (Making my dawg lot)
"How you get that rich before you signed?" Shit, I had eight spots (Mm, I had like eight on)
In and out, can't stop, two stoves, eight pots (Yeah, mm, eight pots)
One on every burner, we the ones who do the murders
Whacked his younger brother and the big one, "Shh," I know it hurt him (Mm, I know it hurt your feelings)
I ain't accidentally putting niggas under, shit on purpose (Mm, ain't accidentally killing)
It was rumors but I heard it, hit 'em four times with that burner (Yeah, four times with that AR)
Know we thump shit, thump shit, Geeski 'nem thump shit (Thump sum', thump sum', you know we thump shit)
What else you need to know about 'em? Psh, he can't be fucked with (Yeah, we can't be fucked with)
Set a nigga up or something, bitch, fuck all that slut shit (Fuck all that slut shit)
Let me pop this Perc' before we fuck, bitch, I might nut quick (Wait, wait, I might nut fast)
Premature, come to shooting that blower, always bust quick (Mm, nigga always bust fast)

Chorus: 42 Dugg & EST Gee
Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy 'nem thump shit (Yeah, you know we thump shit)
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy 'nem slump shit (Yeah, mm, you know we thump shit)
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngins, Doggy? My youngins killers too
Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy 'nem thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy 'nem slump shit
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngins, Doggy? My youngins killers too

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Read the complete and most accurate lyrics to 'Push Start' by French Montana and Coi Leray, featuring 42 Dugg. Push Start serves as the 14th track on French Montana's 2021-released album, They Got Amnesia, the song was produced by Cardiak, Dez Wright and Hitmaka.

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French Montana, Coi Leray & 42 Dugg - Push Start Lyrics

Intro: Coi Leray
Ayy (Hitmaka), uh
Ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy (Oh)

Chorus: Coi Leray & French Montana
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain't no tick on it), yeah
Two bad bitches, might trick on it (Might trick on it)
She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it (Kiss), lick on it (Lick)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy, bitch, you don't know about that)

Verse 1: French Montana & Coi Leray
Word to Trina, I'ma trick on it (Woo)
We ain't throwing ones, throwing bricks on it (Yeah, yeah)
Watching all the drip 'til she slip on it
If that's your best friend, tell her, "Lick on it" (Yeah, yeah)
Suck on it, touch on it, kiss on it, flip on it, buss on it
Bust down, bust down, get your freak on
Count it up, count it up, that's my theme song
Is you fuckin' for the love or fucking these millions? (Hanh)
I been tryna be a ho, but I got feelings (Ayy)
She a lil' freak coming for my head top
Bust down, gave me head like Jill Scott (Hanh)
Shawty kept the hunnid, never hit the switch on it (Yеah, yeah)
Richard Mille on my arm, call me Rich Homiе (Yeah, yeah, woo)

Chorus: Coi Leray & 42 Dugg
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain't no tick on it), yeah
Two bad bitches, might trick on it (Might trick on it)
She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it (Kiss), lick on it (Lick, bitch)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)

Verse 2: 42 Dugg
Sit on it, bust on it (Yeah), do a split, shit
I'm a fool with this rich dick (No cap)
What that mean? All the cool shit been here (Yeah)
Prolly a seven, couple eights, sipping ten since (All cold)
Trendy, keep a redhead when it's windy (Yeah)
Beaming, caught him tryna steal, youngin, what's the deal? (Ayo)
Grip say he got a six, I want all seals (Pints)
Trip looking for the Fent', ayy, who this? (I dunno)
Wrong number, bitch, I'm legit
Call me for a verse or call me for some ticks
Niggas trippin', prolly movin' right, put the case behind me (Done)
.40 on the seat, put the Drac' behind me
You on live still fucking fives (A five)
I ain't squashing shit 'til they die (Bitch, right)

Chorus: Coi Leray
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain't no tick on it), yeah
Two bad bitches, might trick on it (Might trick on it)
She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it (Kiss), lick on it (Lick)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)

Verse 3: Coi Leray
Top ten list with your bitch on it, 'K-47 with the stick on it
Yeah, when you touch this pussy, you gon' spend on it
Yeah, Kelly Rowland, we got a dilemma
Yeah, yeah, can I eat on it, lick on it? Mmm, can I sleep on it?
Press rewind, run it back, then delete on it
Yeah, turn around, touch my feet on it
Yeah, real big baller and shot caller
Came from the opps, then you know I don't want him
Pistol in the drawer, got the money on the dresser
I know he be mad I be fucking on his bestie
Do it so nasty, know you can't pass me
Eight, nine, ten, he be goin' like a taxi

Chorus: Coi Leray
Push start whip, no switch on it (No switch on it)
Rolex so so big, no tick on it (Ain't no tick on it), yeah
Two bad bitches, might trick on it (Might trick on it)
She gon' do a handstand, then split on it (Ayy, ayy, yeah, glide)
Kiss on it (Kiss), lick on it (Lick)
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it (Ayy)

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Here is the official lyrics to 'Cold Gangsta' by Yo Gotti, featuring EST Gee and 42 Dugg. 'Cold Gangsta' was released by Yo Gotti a few days ago as the third track on his new album - CM10: Free Game. 'Cold Gangsta' was produced by June The Jenius, Flex On The Beat, Rando, Helluva Beats, Foreverolling and TyMaz.

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Yo Gotti, EST Gee & 42 Dugg - Cold Gangsta Lyrics

Intro: Yo Gotti
June, you're a Jenius
Do What We Want Entertainment
And Can't Be Fucked With Incorporated
Smack a Nigga Ass LLC

Verse 1: Yo Gotti
I'm on some cold gangsta shit
I might get blocked out the industry (I am)
Ain't wifing no hoes, no couple goals (Can't do it)
Still don't feel my enemies (I am)
Ain't squashing no beef, I'm frying it (Hibachi)
If it 'bout the money, I'm trying it (I'm trying, I am)
My price went high, it's thirty a brick (What 'evs)
Water been tight, flying in (Whoosh)
Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (Hello, hello)
And "welcome" to wealth, 90210 (Real bitch)
What's happening, Gates?
Mulholland Estates
I might turn this bitch to the trap though (Skeet)
And there go the neighborhood
Neighbors been bitching 'cause they heard the Lamb in the driveway
At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Sheesh)
It sound like a plane when I drive away
Might put a Rolls on a lawn, fuck it ain't got no alarm (For what?)
New Richard Mille on my arm (Factory)
I'ma king, you a pawn (Nigga)
I'm a legend, 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am)
New M's to the city
In Detroit more than Big Sean (Facts)
I'm on some cold gangsta shit
I got a lil' bitch on the westside
Couple of hittas from South Memphis
And another lil' hitta from the eastside
I can adapt to the pain
I understand the poverty (Poor)
Why would I let a record label fuck over us
When I did the robberies? (Never gon' happen)
They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why?)
'Fore they fuck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh)
Whenever you mention me
You not relatable
I'm a street nigga and that not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, they not available
I got a hundred 'round dick on this AR
Now hold this table

Verse 2: 42 Dugg
All my bitches bad, tens
Bitch on me, so what? Fuck on
Ho gave he head in the Benz
Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby)
Yeah motherfucker, we friends, shit
'Long she down, I'm up, bitch
Don't ask my name, I'm doggy
Get the head twice, don't call me
Heard she had fire, I'm stalky
Beat her ass down in the office
Make her hit the, in the Benz
Lean, weed, drink
Bitch one-off, get painted
Ex was a ho, we ain't
Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't
Gotta pay me to Perc' no shit, I'm famous
Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm raining
Put in the air, make her keep going, then put in her hair
Link one twenty, lil' ho, these carats
Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharing
380 for the war, what they want for the ‘Claren
I just want the truck, I'm saying, "Skrrt" (No cap)
Heard you wanna fuck, take a chances (Come on)
If I hit her friend, I'm playing (He is)
200 in chains, I'm dancing
Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, she friendly (Ho, rat)
All five cars not rented (None of 'em)
None of these bitches came tinted (None of 'em)
Ask around, "Who run the city?" Me
(Who you know run the city)

Verse 3: EST Gee
I was just running the streets
Me and my brother, we both had a onion a piece
Staring, I'm clutching my yeak
Look two more seconds get deadly when fucking with me
Turned all my brothers to beasts
Whether they want it or not, I'ma cut 'em a piece
I keep my gun when I'm sleep
Double the number, a hundred ain't nothing
Two hundred, you done in a week
Who wanna run into me?
They really running from beef
Scared to go get something to eat
Can't even order in peace
Once it was war with no peace
Remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week
Who brought more order than me?
Gave you a purpose and might stick around, help you work it
I never said I was perfect but flawless
As soon as you changed up and fall
Like the leaves at the end of the August
I hit it twice and he bought it
Opened her mouth and she caught it
Walking this shit like I talk it
Smoking, these niggas be coughing
Face 'em, put 'em in coffins
First murder with a revolver
Then I did it on my lonely
Big Gee, the one and only (Big Gee, the one and only)

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