You niggas Gon Learn Buck A Buckin D-Boy Squad Buck A Buckin Rich Boy
I'm In That Phantom, Askin For That Grey Poupon, Look At My Arm bitch, Ya See Da Charm bitch.
Sweet Home Albama Yeah I Love Her I Still Try Ta Hug Her Even Though She Aint My Color.
Yeah I'm fucking Wit That-Home Boy But Aint Nothin Left -
See I Got Enough Heart To March Wit Martin Luther King,
Got Them Killers Right By Me And We Can Have A Party If Ya niggas Wanna Try Me, Suprise, We Got Some Fireworks For Ya, Pop The Trunk Get The Gift Inside Lemme Show Ya, niggas Treat That Coke Like A Joke A Cocane Citys Like A Murder Up In Copelnd, Pick Ya Brain Like A Buncha Snow Flakes, Yeah I Put That Weight Down Now Its Real Estate
Tell Me Watcha Know Bout Me Boy, Dats Me Ima Mothafuckin D-Boy. Tell Me Watcha Know Bout Me Boy, Dats Me Ima Mothafuckin D-Boy. Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy, Yeah, So, Go D-Boy
If It Aint The Truth Me And My nigga don't Write It, 9 Years from the day My Uncle Man Got Indicted, I thank god for the hard times when I suffer, he protect me like a mother nigga now I'm tuffer, can't forget about you prof I still see ya, I'm at the graveyard everyday I can't leave ya, I feel your soul when I'm writing with the pen, fuck what them niggas say you my brother till the end, nigga save a spot for me tell god I'm coming, niggas killin for that money but there leavin here with nothing, if it a game motherfucker ima win it as far as I'm concerned aint no competition in it, call me the gritty green cause I'm wanna lie, now my --- mommy better thank what she got fitnta get some shit just got a new house congratulations cause ya son made a million with his mouth
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