On My Son Chords by 42 Dugg, Moneybagg Yo

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Ring, ring, _ ring, hello?
Got a call from my lawyer, said my youngin' fightin' a murder
The police officer's lyin' in the prosecutor's dirty book, he just [Eb] a fuck with me
[Ebm] Bitch, them bloods get touched for cheap, I sub two for eight apiece
I might turn one of them to three, if they say that shit was straight
I might turn that three to eight, I know P, I fuck with H _ _ _
Early had to back for years, pass a loan, I'm cash is two
Bust down, wash my glasses too, taste that bean, I had to fool
Flip that screen, I see myself, R.P. Scooter, R.P. Lanier
That's how I'm sassy, still get stretched, free Lil' Quidditch, free Lil' Dung
Bitch, you soon nigga on my son, bust down Patek with chunks
I work but guess for nothin', don't make this shit bout no money
Make that lil' bitch delete my numbs, [Bb] since I can't fuck her, now I want her
Close [Ebm] to 40, saw my partners, all said 40, this bitch fast
And she tries to flip my gas, whoop [B] in the back, [C] damn, that like a mop
69, bitch, don't get dropped
Hey, hey, fuck it, [B] I'm late, Supreme, not bait
But [Eb] man, get naked, I might [B] start rainin'
[Ebm] Drink pints, we drank it high, sell up in this bitch
Them is nail up in this bitch, I can't tell if that bitch is real
I won't tell my nigga chill, I'm gon' fuck bout who get killed
I won't tell my nigga chill, I'm gon' fuck bout who get bleached
Drop that fat nigga, throw that shit, 8 out of 10, still on my dick
Still for a friend, think that bitch burnt, been just so, still got 800
CSA, man, can't take a nigga, my nigga fire
That bitch still for me, get shot, whoa, whoa
Can't wait till I run to a nigga, get rocky, smoke, smoke
Never let a nigga run me, goin' fast, girl, champagne my ass
Pauline's my big bro, my shit, walk a nigga down off four fat blocks
[Eb] I ain't spread a op since I've been rich, no handicap [Ebm] match, big block, lil' sweet
Fuck out my hood with that wine and shit, you blowin' my pipe, pipe down, lil' bitch
If doggy don't fuck with you, don't be like Ben, know what's up with me, I cannot bounce what you done
If you don't fuck with him, you on rock with the brand, CMG, Mafia, cost money guns
Just made his bun for a light hunnid pounds, hop in the freezer, the bro on the run
They F and N, knock all the smoke out your lungs, my head was so fat, made a young nigga hum, um
Sloppy top, got me locked, Birkin pussy, she [B] heaven [Eb] walkin'
Box of woods, Creepy, Azot, Purple [B] Walkin', cream soda [Ebm] pop
She in them, in them, in them, mo'
Put a tag up on this tote, T charged a half a trough of smoke
Pull up and sprite instead of coke, go, whip all white, pull up like Pope
No, [B] five shows, that's a [Ebm] M.I. gross, B-Facts, I ain't even tryin' to boast
[B] Bitches love me, [Ebm] coast to coast, badass
Still on my dick, still for a friend, think that bitch far, 50 so still got 800
She a say, man, can't take a nigga mindin' your father, that bitch still for me, get shot
Whoa, whoa, can't wait till I run to the nigga, get rock and smoke, smoke, smoke
Never let a nigga ride me too fast, get a check, pay my ass
Pauline's my big bro, max, walk me down off a fat glass
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