W.N.P.P Freestyle (We Not Pushing Peace) Lyrics – 42 Dugg

Read the full W.N.P.P Freestyle (We Not Pushing Peace) lyrics by 42 Dugg along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 42 Dugg’s music, you can also explore Not Done and Big League (6 Rings), two other songs by 42 Dugg.

[Intro]
Helluva made that beat, baby

[Verse]
We still buying orders for the trenches, come get T with us
Cool on all that stripping and that tipping, bae just leave with me
Half a bill of green on me, pint of lean on me
I keep hearing this and that, b!tch, but I ain’t see nothing
I ain’t seeing, I ain’t seeing for a eight a ball
Pu*sy weak, head cool, fu*k her, take her home
12 watches in like an M and a half
Yelling “Free them boys” again, Duggy, get in your bag
I went G on the ave’, just sent the key to the Nash
Ain’t no young n!gga turnt, that s*it started with spazz
All my white ends could buy a ten, n!gga what you spending?
Bust her out (??), I keep getting ’em
Hospitals, got fives in ’em, we did it
How you know he ain’t fu*king with you, he a weak b!tch
We them n!ggas, we them n!ggas tryna free them n!ggas
Why I ain’t never pass with a blick’, ’cause I ain’t see it n!gga
I want more for you cuz
Wanna impress me, go and twerk for some Blood
I’m still out here with Woe
East (??) n!ggas, grab it ’til I (??)
Jerry playing crazy, I’m turning up with spark
I’ll put a b!tch in park, we ain’t close, but we ain’t far
Got a light on a .23, these only for the dark
No, that’s only for a bar, I’ll shoot a b!tch in broad day
Hardy (??), one dunk going all day
Three hunnid cash to throw away, b!tch, you know we all straight
The H’s, the G’s, the Bloods, the C’s, the thugs with me
Huh, we not pushing peace, huh
I’m rocking with Meech and I ain’t give you a dime
If this s*it for the D, how I’m the only one red
Youngins all be happy from the D to Miami
She told you that’s some presi’, she lied, n!gga, that’s a Patek
Won’t leave her if she let me, I love you, bae, come and get me, yeah

I still don’t fu*k with n!ggas, Squeeze, you feel me?
We the same, free the gang, kill me If I change
I only talk big s*it, ’cause I know n!ggas can’t
Sell me all the drank, I know n!ggas buying Wock’ for ten
Gotti say that old s*it cool, that’s time to drop again
Fu*k you, b!tch, I’m locking in, n!gga them (??) in
Call me on the west, if that’s a play, I’m going all out
Mad, ’cause I ain’t hit your hand with b!tch we finna all out with
I still got the dog house, I mean the dog phone
She keep yelling “Fu*k me harder”, like, lil’ b!tch, your (??) gone
I still wanna more home, n!gga
The H’s, the G’s, the Bloods, the C’s
We not pushing peace