笨小笨On My Son (Explicit)歌词由42 Dugg&Moneybagg Yo演唱，出自专辑《Free Dem Boyz (Deluxe) [Explicit]》，下面是《On My Son (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
On My Son (Explicit)歌词完整版
On My Son (Explicit) - 42 Dugg/Moneybagg Yo
Lyrics by：Demario White/Dion Hayes/Tyler McCann
Composed by：Demario White/Dion Hayes/Tyler McCann
Ring ring ring
Hello
Got a call from my lawyer say my youngin' fightin' a murder
What
The police officers lyin' and the prosecutor dirty
You're telling me you built a time machine
But the judge still f**k with me
B***h them Bloods get touched for cheap
I sell two for eight apiece
I might turn one of 'em to three
If they say that s**t was straight I might turn that three to eight
I know P I f**k with H
I know P I f**k with H
Really had the bag for years passed alone I'm cashin' too
Bustdown watch my glasses too
Tez had bean I had the food
Flip that screen I see myself
R I P Scooter R I P Lil Neff
That homicide s**t still get stretched
Free Lil Quez free Lil Dunk
Better get you soon n***a on my son
Bustdown Pateks with chunks
I wear baguettes for none don't make this s**t 'bout no money
Make that lil' b***h delete my number
Soon as I can't f**k her now I don't want her
Close to 40s all my pointers
Offset Forgis this b***h fast
Ain't s**t changed still free my guys
Wood 'nem back in there like a mop
Six to nine b***h don't get dropped
Hey hey f**k it
I'm late Supreme not Bape for mines
Get naked I might start ringing bring pints
We drinkin' high as hell up in this b***h
Still miss Nell up in this b***h
I can't tell if that b***h is real
I won't tell my n***a to chill
I don't give a f**k 'bout who get killed
I don't give a f**k 'bout who get blitzed
Drop that five n***a throw that s**t
Eight out of ten still on my d**k
Still f**k friend keep that b***h far
It was just us still got eight hundred
TSA mad can't take a n***a money
If I let a b***h steal from me get shot
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Can't 'til I run 'til a n***a get robbed get smoked smoked
Never let a n***a 'round me throwin' five
Ah hahaha
Gunshot pain in my a*s
We pour out lean for my big bro Mox
Walk a n***a down on four five Glocks
Go
I ain't spread an opp since I been rich
No
Handicap match big Glock lil' switch
Pfft
F**k out my ear with that whinin' s**t
Move
You blowin' my vibe pipe down lil' b***h
Gone
If Duggy don't f**k with you don't be like Bagg know what's up with me
I cannot vouch what you done
Nah
If you don't f**k with him you don't rock with the brand
Ooh
CMG mafia cars money guns
Super
Just made his bond for a light honey bun
Hop on a fugitive bro on the run
The F&N knock all the smoke out your lung
Bop
The head was so fire made a young n***a hum uh
Sloppy top got me locked Birkin p***y she havin' WAP
Wet
Box of woods Q P of Za purple Wock' and cream soda pop
Kick
Eeenie meenie miney mo
Bliss
Put a tag up on his toe
Tick
Charge the high for truffle smoke
Pour up in Sprite and sell the Coke go
Whip all white pull up like pope
Snow
five shows it's a M I gross
Woah
Big facts I ain't even tryna boast
No
B***hes love me coast to coast
Yeah
Eight out of ten still on my d**k
Still f**k friend keep that b***h far
It was just us still got eight hundred
TSA mad can't take a n***a money
If I let a b***h steal from me get shot
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Can't 'til I run 'til a n***a get robbed get smoked smoked
Never let a n***a 'round me throwin' five
Gunshot pain in my a*s
We pour out lean for my big bro Mox
Walk a n***a down on four five Glocks
