Mr. Feel Good lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz (feat. Mannie Fresh)
Shake them show the shawty work that back
Twist it like a houla hoop show me where is at
Shake-shake-shake-shake-shake-shake
Work-work-work-work-work, twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist
Show me where is at...
I make them bitches show it, I make them bitches rock
I make them bitches do it, I make them bitches drop
Now who am I... Mr. makin bitches feel good
Now who am I... Mr. gettin bitches good wud [x2]
I'm Mr. make'em feel good... and make'em smile too
Turn at my twick cause just is a real wild dude
I make them bitches show it... drop... and do the hole nana
Set a 4 some or really I want the hole now
Meet me at the room... oh yeah... it's going down bitch
Test in back tain assessembly as a pound bitch
Don't play around and chopin boy get the job done
First time 4 everything and if u never saw it done
Feel in air, to the bed... boy u know how I play
Got u ram jackin is hard for u to get away
Get all in they face... you know I won't play with it
Now you can stay but the hole click gotta get it...
I make them bitches show it, I make them bitches rock
I make them bitches do it, I make them bitches drop
Now who am I... Mr. makin bitches feel good
Now who am I... Mr.gettin bitches good wud [x2]
I'm that nigga that you know about
The secret I say a fom
I'm the one she chill with not the one she chill on
8 time castle is to make a bitch feel good
Light hoe deep hoe the kid got cut
But the kid say life stays spit what they wanna hear
Slick conversation I'm a bitch smilin in here
First class fight but I am on a another level
Is a bitch one time push a dollar man new dollar
I waste a couple of stacks so make the bitch feel important
But when I get them drowls here's a different subject
I play the game rough let my home boys hits the bitch
Ban-up fuck-up beat'em if they get the bitch
I make them bitches show it, I make them bitches rock
I make them bitches do it, I make them bitches drop
Now who am I... Mr. makin bitches feel good
Now who am I... Mr.gettin bitches good wud [x2]
Come Come lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz (feat. T-Pain)
[Intro: T-Pain]
Ya [x4]
Shawty
Ya Ya Ya
Woooh
Woah Woah
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Come cum
Over here so I can break you off a lil some
Put you in positions yo ain't neva thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump
Until you come cum
Over here so I can break you off a lil some
Put you in positions you ain't neva thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump
Until you come cum
[Verse 1: DFB]
When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
Then I spoke through my phone
To see what xxxxx I'm a call
I can do the Hypnotist
Two of my pink-toed bras
I can settle for a bank teller at Green gramma's
But I'd rather be on
Put a xxxxx into action
Can't be a xxxxx man
But I stroke with that passion
I'm bout satisfaction
Hope on my flight reader
Hope her cat leave her surface wet just like Katrina
Promise baby I'll please ya
Bet ya I can make your heart jump
Treat your body like the block
R. Kelly when I Grind 'N Bump (bump bump)
Shit that's only if you come xxx (come cum)
Like the hyphy movement, I have you goin dumb dumb
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Come cum
Over here so I can break you off a lil some
Put you in positions yo ain't neva thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump
Until you come cum
Over here so I can break you off a lil some
Put you in positions you ain't neva thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump
Until you come cum
Look Here
[Verse 2: DFB]
Me and my boo man
Our love it's like chemistry
A bad xxxxx don't give a xxxx I'm in the industry
We watch the moon shine
We talkin diamond colors
Kess her neck, now she wet
We makin' love puddles
On the spread on her bed at her mommas house
In the shower for 3 hours, ended on the couch
My backs shots got her shakin like she been to Harlem
She wanna bring a friend... OK!
My love is genuine
I hope yours is the same
And like genuine girl your whole life gon' change
I know Victoria got a secret hidden on the sheets
So come xxx we can do it till we fall asleep
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Come cum
Over here so I can break you off a lil some
Put you in positions yo ain't neva thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump
Until you come cum
Over here so I can break you off a lil some
Put you in positions you ain't neva thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump
Until you come cum
[Verse 3: DFB]
Look girl (look)
Let me whisper somethin to ya (let me whisper somethin to ya)
Somethin like shit
I wanna do somethin to ya (ya I do)
Ya I like your smile (ya I like it)
I really like your xxxx (I really like it)
So all I wanna know (is wat?)
Is when can we go?
So come xxx (cum)
Girl you know I gotta get ya (I gotta get ya)
Run run (run)
And you can bring your frineds with ya (you can bring on)
{Ya}
But trix is wat I wanna see (I gotta see it)
Do it how u want (un huh)
Just be freaky as you wanna be (ok)
It's a go (it's a go)
Bet you already know (you already know)
Just one thang tho (Just one thang)
You already blow (You already blow)
Put you in positions you ain't neva been (you ain't neva been)
Fold ya up and put ya legs where they ain't neva been (Unh uh)
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Come cum
Over here so I can break you off a lil some
Put you in positions yo ain't neva thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump
Until you come cum
Over here so I can break you off a lil some
Put you in positions you ain't neva thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump
Until you come cum
Talkin' Out Da Side Of Ya Neck! lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
I know you sayin somethin
(what) I can't hear yaa
You talkin bout nothin
(what) I can't hear ya
See you need to change the subject
(what) I can't hear ya
If you ain't talkin money
I ain't really tryna hear ya
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
They like wait wait naw you can't do that yet
They don't got cashed dolla they got another check
And we don't got the room keys
And I think the girl out to the movies
You can keep it pimpin dog,
My peice and my girl get to rippin ya'll
Yo he got white he got green he got peice
If you ain't talkin money you talkin chinese
I know you sayin somethin
(what) I can't hear yaa
You talkin bout nothin
(what) I can't hear ya
See you need to change the subject
(what) I can't hear ya
If you ain't talkin money
I ain't really tryna hear ya
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
We ain't gettin money you niggas talkin crazy
We shippin out shippin in gettin it in daily
Keep a main hustla & a tax writer successful with the rap
But I still get the white off
Monkey ass niggas talkin all crazy
Ain't talkin money so none of ya'll phase me
I'm gettin mine in watchin mine stack up
You need to do the same thing
And cut ya small
I know you sayin somethin
(what) I can't hear yaa
You talkin bout nothin
(what) I can't hear ya
See you need to change the subject
(what) I can't hear ya
If you ain't talkin money
I ain't really tryna hear ya
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
I get it in I'm a hustla I get hellapain
Talkin out the side of your neck
Check check the resime
I ain't yappin for my
Call me chestaroma I ain't chappin for my health
I'm a gangsta I'm a goon straight thug nigga
He a murderer a menis he a drug dealer for reaal
I know they sayin somethin bout me
But if they ain't talkin money it ain't nothin bout me
I know you sayin somethin
(what) I can't hear yaa
You talkin bout nothin
(what) I can't hear ya
See you need to change the subject
(what) I can't hear ya
If you ain't talkin money
I ain't really tryna hear ya
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
I mean what I say.say what I mean
I ain't tryna hear ya unless ya conversation green
So keep quiet better yet keep your mouth closed
Act like janet dang got your mouth froze
Ya hear presidents seein dollar signs
And converse that's the bottom line
Money on my mind and nothing else,
If you ain't talkin money shit you talkin to ya self
I know you sayin somethin
(what) I can't hear yaa
You talkin bout nothin
(what) I can't hear ya
See you need to change the subject
(what) I can't hear ya
If you ain't talkin money
I ain't really tryna hear ya
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck
Turn Heads lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz (feat. Lloyd)
[Lloyd:]
It be young lloyd, and dem franchize boyz
We rippin it hard in them old school toys
Got my top down and my trunk out noise
We we turnin heads now
Where we pull em out
Young lloyd, and dem franchize boyz
We rippin it hard in them old school toys
We, we turnin heads
We, we turnin heads
She wanna
She wanna
She wanna
She wanna kick it in my pimped out chevrolet
The 28s with the candy paint
Steady clippin while I'm dippin
On the interstates, yeah she can't wait
Top back with my beat down low
Running round the city I don't know where I go
I guess I come upon strip and turn a couple heads, a couple heads, turn a couple heads
[Parlae:]
I'm in a 6 9 chevy-verk tudahuk dunt
Who we rhyme with?
Who knows?
Who I rhyme with?
My girl got a girlfriend
Yeah I do the those
28's on the wip verse
Wen I hit the block I turn heads like the N**** here
I'm still rolling
And the N**** still cruizing
Hoe's dun chose n Hoe's still choosing
[Lloyd:]
She wanna kick it in my pimped out chevrolet
The 28s with the candy paint
Steady clippin while I'm dippin
On the interstates, yeah she can't wait
Top back with my beat down low
Running round the city I don't know where I go
I guess I come upon strip and turn a couple heads, a couple heads, turn a couple heads
[Pimpin:]
I bet you turn heads wen u step out with pimpin
Like your main course and all you hear is cameras flickin
She ain't like a real g she dun really like a square
In the bed turnin' heads like a bottle o' jon
She got a nift on and she keep her hair fixed
28inches make it hard to stud a bitch
She got a man but shawty want some she wanna f***
We can keep it on the low haha
[Lloyd:]
She wanna kick it in my pimped out chevrolet
The 28s with the candy paint
Steady clippin while I'm dippin
On the interstates, yeah she can't wait
Top back with my beat down low
Running round the city I don't know where I go
I guess I come upon strip and turn a couple heads, a couple heads, turn a couple heads
[Jizzal Man:]
Women double take wen' they see me pushin' that foreign
New skool' buble but my old skool colour orange
Shoes from a distance wen they see me comin' up
Old skool big block 28's mounted up
Pull a stop *arrh* let the rim's spin
Rim's spin so hard wheel 3 chicks in
Yo we outie 30 like were we goin'?
On the E way destination unknown.
[Lloyd:]
She wanna kick it in my pimped out chevrolet
The 28s with the candy paint
Steady clippin while I'm dippin
On the interstates, yeah she can't wait
Top back with my beat down low
Running round the city I don't know where I go
I guess I come upon strip and turn a couple heads, a couple heads, turn a couple heads
[Buddie:]
You can ride with' me shawty no sense of direction
Let me stick game to ya figure out your perfection
Do you like the base knocking?
Or the beat down low?
Do you get real sloppy?
Stroke the meat real slow?
Baby girl lemme' know so I know how to go
I like it slow and sloppy I dun' told you once before
Aye
Make no mistakes go on a dinner date
Can't wait we can get started on the interstate
[Lloyd:]
She wanna kick it in my pimped out chevrolet
The 28s with the candy paint
Steady clippin while I'm dippin
On the interstates, yeah she can't wait
Top back with my beat down low
Running round the city I don't know where I go
I guess I come upon strip and turn a couple heads, a couple heads, turn a couple heads
Cause all I need to know
Is if your ridin with me baby
And anywhere we can go my lady
My Music lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
[JD]
That So So Def Shit
[Chorus:]
Make my fucking music for da boys wit da Ol da Ol school clothes & da strip clubs
[6x]
[Verse:]
Everytime I Do it u no jus who i do it for my og niggas my girls in da stripclub and for my top cats thats block using its fuck da cops serve da
rocks on da block music and any club any party they'll rock this im setting my trend dog its lean wit it rock wit it and for da projects buildings behind
da locked gates they do what they gotta do and hudtle in a top brick monving them O's making they pinches we grind til we ride sitting on 24" my ghetto
niggas and bitches know how i keep it hood i keep it gutta all my gangstas know just how i do it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm da shit u cant say im not i keep whitekeep purp lik a crayon box and got a nice whip game man i cant lie shit i can cook crack on a camp fire
put it in my hands i can make it i can make it go if i cant move then imma call Tonio i let da bullets from my gun spread im selling hard white yall
selling cornbread first i drop it then mix hit da pot lik i ask for a bar at risk yep in my white tee so u no i keep it white and i keep green like a
traffic light
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Well pimpin u no who it b its Bun to that letter b 101 persent gangstacheck my pedigree movin through yo city lik da mothafuckin mayor hate me
nigga like i muthafuckin care ya im da king of da trill got da streets in a headlock a headbussa bitch so heads up i keep da leg cocked selling mo yayo
than u can stuff in a breadbox and imma keep on pushin even when da feds flop forreal i represent da trill i stand up for da hood im holdin down da
underground just like a nigga should UGK and DFB we do it for da block them D-boys in trap foldin work keepin it locked and dont stop.
Verse 4i make my music for da ones servin j's and da bitches in da club shakin ass for da pay for da ones on da block block holders for da ones that will
knock yo head off yo shoulders thats gangsta i do it for da thugs and da bitches in hood on every type of drugs shift across da border (the purp) to da
colas i hustle spreewells like im 310 motors (pawn shop nigga) keep a couple handguns chopped in the trunk and they keep one in they hand son be honest im
not da test u wanna test boy my motive is to kill a nigga shoot above da chest boy
[Chorus]
I Think They Like Me (Remix) lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Da Brat, Bow Wow)
[In background] YUP!
[scratch] 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[chorus]
[JD:]
Oh I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit you with another one
[Repeat 2x]
[Verse 1:]
Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B
Yea I switched it up I got 9 kuffed tightly
So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm super clean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to bite me
If you had some figures you would be just like me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I shining like a light B
Niggaz talking bout yep in there muthafuckin throwback
It ain't real you know dats muhammadz where dey sold that
We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat
When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak
These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac
We the hottest thing in tha market and you no dat
Yo bitch chose us and she don't want to go back
We stackin big faces cuz we still spending throwbacks
[JD:]
Now when I do it its something like thrilla and manilla man
Known as a killa man fresh from the dealer man
So So niggas aint no crew illa than
10 acres of land and I got about a million
Dollars worth of cars in my front yard
I'm from a place in ATL where young niggas stomp hard
Ooo I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit you with another one
Remix we get busy over here
No sleep niggas stay up on they grizzie over here
We young (young), we fly (fly)
And we gon stay flashy till the day that we die
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
They don't want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up
First nigga act up first nigga get bust
Majestic, gettin shredded while I'm twirlin n switchin up
T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz)
Self made self paid we lounge around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee
Muhammed throwback who'd sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell naw dat dont excite me!)
I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace
Ear piece icy they straight up like me
You heard pimpin playa (they shine so brightly)
Don't stand so close vision blurs when ice blings
Respect my whole squad kno you can't even touch us cuz
Role out the red carpet high 5 and show us love
Carry barretas count cheddar we transedda
I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta
[Da Brat:]
Check it out!
60644694 blow dro with the windows up on duece four's
Purple candy paint brand new think I aint
Same chick same click mo bricks in the bank
No now no hoe rounds no down like brat
It aint no showdown for no crown I'm holding that
Face all over VH paid great till this day
Been in love with the mic since Run DMC walk this way
Talk this way cause I'm gangsta, a chi-town legend
I'm not ordinary people its a star in yo presents
So icy that my earlobes hurt
But what its worth
Dont test me I got the four fitfth under the skirt
Thick in the thighs can tuck that I stay on my grind
I buss back if I must act I empty the sack
Its b to the r-a-t trust that I'm crazy
JD pays me I'm such acting lady
[Bow Wow:]
I'm bow weezy prince of the o-town
Just got the wheels clean so I'm riding slow now
I'm in a fast car something like a nascar
If you wanna know how much it cost you should ask pa
As far as the rocks in chain I dropped some change
Its easy for me to copped them thangs
And I dont stop I got rocks in rings
You know the same size as a boxing ring
Swimming pool in the front and the back yard
I aint got to act hard
I'm under 21 with a black card
Yea I know that was kind of a low blow
But the dough for the so so dont come slow
[Chorus]
[JD:]
Oh I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit you with another one
[Repeat 2x]
Ridin' Rims lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
Yeah nigga (young juve) all you niggas, (you all know what this is)
we don't ride these no more nigga,
we're in here with flats nigga,
we sittin' on lebron back over here,
all you fake mounted niggas ridin' these,
we stop ridin' these in '99 (checke checke)
put that lil' boy shit up
(so so def)
[chorus X2]
if you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha)
I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha)
des 23's (uh, ha)
if you know (uh, ha)
I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's
[verse 1]
I got more grams than Teddy, got a cam in my chevey, my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm ready
look like I'm glidin' on nothin', when I ride I be skatin',
I pull up swervi' on
niggas they don't be tryin'
they be hatin'
they only ridin' on 20's,
they might as well rid on hubs, if it ain't deuces or better,
you might as well put em' up,
'cause where I'm from (from) we mount up and ride on them big rims,
a whole supply of deuces that spin harder than windmills, I been real (yeah) always too clean 'cause I pack heat,
or white leather guts
plush, bitch scream in the back seat
23's on my fuckin' so I ride and I swerve,
but we're too clean for the fuckin' street so I park on the curb
[chorus x2]
[verse 2]
I got the chevey sittin' high, by matchin' corner ties, Michael Jordan's mounted up darts 23's on the ride (jizzal man)
I got man in the trunk, I'm workin' the alpine,
paint flippin', candy drippin', plus the wood inside, driving a big boy drop,
a T.V. in the rear, the European clip on the rotatin' rim just got 'em up out jail
(and that mothafuckin' smokin') buss a couple you turns
(with the doors wide open) punchin' on the gas pedal, make pipe start chokin', comin' down real clean,
got 66 lebron back home, look I'm sittin' right on it, comin' up in the lane,
on the corner straight gunnin'
[chorus x2]
[verse 3]
loud pipes, satin music, with the judo eyes, 2nd tone background wit 2-inch ties
cut curb on the block, it's a concert line
(dfb snd me bitch) swervin' side to side.
yup the cutlits mounted up like a H3 Hummer, but it's stuntin' 1-on-1 'cause I'm the #1 stunner, goin' down 20 (yu) doin' more than a Honda,
since mypaint wet, they say my trunk sound like thunder, break the law,
(run the red light) drivin' illegal, in a nice ol' school, flow like dead people, I park where I can't, hit button make my door's pop, rims go round and round,
custom seats lean 'n rock
[chorus x2]
[verse 4]
now my rims spin nigga, every time I make a stop, and I keep that chevey clean, like a flow on disk it mop, when I'm posted at the light
got a button that make the top drop now hoes hoppin' on my dick like
they playin' hopscotch hhhoes hopping on my dick like they playin'
hopscotch, when I'm on the E-way
you see me hit it then I'm gone, shinin' red paint and I touch that whistle
siliconen I stay deep (stay deep) hopin' at all 'cause I don't mind,
'cause I'm wood grippin', flip switchin',
flipping alpine, it's pimpin' nigga
so I'm always stunt nigga, pull up on the chevey and burnt like my blunts nigga,
I keep good product in the hood it get delivered (delivered)
sittin' back watchin' movies in the rear view mirror
[chorus x4]
Bricks 4 The High lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz (feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones)
[Dame Dash + Parlae]
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)
You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!)
You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
Nigga you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Nigga I fuckin hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get money doin anything!
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin hustlers are y'all?
[Buddie]
yeah...
I'm posted in that tip (Tip)
And my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush)
In my sean john jones
I got the mild for the low (Low)
From smokin plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks....
(all that man, I need a fo, a duece)
It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's
[Pimpin']
On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
what you nigga's wanna order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest goin for the high
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Now see I like the shit these niggaz is talkin
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
[Dame Dash]
I got houses in different continents nigga!
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?!?
[Jizzal Man]
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like, cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta touch
My money come in stacks (Stacks)
And I know just how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
Connects so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha curribeans'
They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
For you nigga's that like to pop (Pop)
You know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize!
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Jim Jones]
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Fast Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think they like me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin
[Parlae]
Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me)
I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimo
And when the show's slow (Show's slow)
I cook extra blow (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, like it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, like dead people
Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)
And ya bank account? shit, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare)
Residue on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
I can beat it like my....
I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
You see how I get down wit the get down
Nigga I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other cars for the weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!?
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!
I done sold muthafuckin music, that shit was easy!!
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!
I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin!!
In five years I started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!
And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now!!!
You Know What It Is lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
Diamonds on my wrist on my chest and on my ear lob
DFB bitch, you know what it is hoe, got money to burn
Smoke purple for days, keep a nice trim Steve Harvey sportin' the yaze
Got the worst tooth and I don't even got to touch it nigga
From Detroit back to the A all in Kentucky nigga
I'm the man with the plan
Hell I'm the real deal, this shit ain't no game
And you know what the deal is, impact from them gats and doms
Get pealed instant attacks with the macks and niggas get killed
You know how shit is? You know shit is real?
It's just DFB ATP and Adam ville, yeah
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
These niggas know that we ain't playin' 4 5 with the beam, man
A shot will would put a top back like a sardine can
I can't stop won't stop servin' these fiends, man
You know what it is hoe they go for 18, man
I'm servin' these customers 'cuz me I'm a hustler
I'm connected like 4 got more pull then tug a war
I got it for cheap you purses can't match mine
I'm plug like stick 'em cord connected like fetch line
And still in the trap with my bum in the mail slot
Posted on the curb get mail like a mail box
So fuck wicha boy 'cos you'll play less
And I'm shipin' out packages like ups
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
It's that same young nigga stand out till it's all gone
That same young nigga on the grind while y'all gone
You know what it is with the same hood mind frame?
Use it if I pull it man I'm chewing it when I'm am snipping it
They say I can't change nigga, you don't want to fuck with me
All up on your blitz because I'm busting it if your rushing it
Think twice for what go with your first instinct
Blink lights gone, nigga ain't no time to think
I'm gonna do you something wrong like George Plad
Weak man have your ass gone by the end of the week, man
The block is like a fork lift I tried to told ya
Don't get your head twisted lift it off your shoulders
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
And you know what it is got me bustin' at your other dude
They say I'm the shit so get your boy a toilet stool, a toilet stool
I make the pounds and the ounces move keep a louder beat
Drop threw your spot like it's fast food, bad food
Straight grippin' on the wood nigga a nigga signed again
They kept the studio in the hood nigga, I'm young fly and flashy
Linted small ballin' earnin G's pushin' all the weight soon in my hood
They call me Hercules and I represent my click so a nigga betta act cool
They know who a nigga wit because my charms and my tattoos
Now you know what it is and you know my name hoe
It's like EA Sports because it's all in the game hoe
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
[Hook:]
Lean wit it, rock wit it!
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it,
Lean wit it, rock wit it!
[Verse 1]
I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky,
Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead,
Yup in my white tee! I break a bitch back,
And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat!
Before I leave the house, i'm slizzard on a goose,
And i'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose,
And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it,
And if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it!
[Verse 2]
Ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it,
Rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it,
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it,
N da spot aint crunk? bitch if we ain't in it?
If u dont wanna do it, then i'll make ya dance,
Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands,
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy,
Chalay, from the road with Dem Franchize Boyz!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm too clean to wanna pop, lock from left to right a nigga lean,
Bobbin to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these!
I rock den bend my knees everytime the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop
Purple lean, purple, green, grams in my socks
What the fuck you mean u ain't seen Buddie on tha block?!
They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a nigga need
Make 'em lean and rock, old school people pat ya feet
[Verse 4]
Young Pimpin in tha club, see dem hoes tryna act up
Cause the see my chain and a nigga throwin dem stacks up
I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants, I'm in da middle of da flo, they screamin "nigga do yo dance"
Now you can roll yo arms, and just put 'em in rotation
From side to side and snap yo fingaz like dem Temptaions
Boy I'm all outta state doin the dance, they never seen that
I ain't Fat Joe, but snap ya fingaz then ya lean back
[Hook]
[Verse 5]
Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers,
Ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me,
Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me,
Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me,
D.F.B., SO SO DEF hell, yeah we known bitch!
Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on bitch! Ayy
Rock left rock right you can get that shit!
Lean Back like Fat Joe and snap your wrist back
[Verse 6]
Gangstas dont dance they lean wit it rock wit it
Clock wit me pop quickly ganstas gon rock wit me 1,2 pop then bring it
Cross the chest wit it, get nasty flash it go'on flex wit it do it how you want slow it up do
The matrix play wit it straight hit it get all they face wit it
This dance is 4 da killas da dealas da cut throats
You already kno the chillin the grown folk!
[Hook]
Freaky As She Wanna Be lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz (feat. Trey Songz)
[Trey Songz:] Songz, Dem Franchize Boyz, They from down a-town im VA around the world baby. They be as freaky as they wanna be, Hey Hey, she freaky as she
wanna be, Hey, she freaky as she wanna be, Hey Hey, She freaky as she wanna be,
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] We in the bed no sheets
[Girl + guys:] Hey
[Trey Songz:] Air to the feet
[Girl + guys:] Hey
[Trey Songz:] Freaky as she wanna be
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Jizzal Man:] She be herself around me, freaky as she wanna be, give me Georgia dome, like im sit and fact the ammonia , and I enjoy it (yeah), make a
little noise (uhh), stand and ready for it, you already know it, she swallow it, gobble dick, little bitch from Memphis, in love wit my cock, she give a
jimmy a French kiss, her favorite position is doggy style or in the butt and the place that she likes it is on the couch or in the truck , and I bang on
her pussy like a mother fucking door knock we lick the flinstones, yeah making the bed rock, its group fun, believe she do what she do son, you view some,
and use some, and use some, and use some, it aint no fun if my hommies cant have none, she winked her eye, blew a kiss, stuck out her damn tongue, you
know that she ready, yeah remove the bed spreads then, give a little head then, get on in the bed then.
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] We in the bed no sheets
[Girl + guys:] Hey
[Trey Songz:] Air to the feet
[Girl + guys:] Hey
[Trey Songz:] Freaky as she wanna be
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Buddie:] was in the club (for real), posted like king tut, rollin like a fool, lookin for me some cut, who got tight boobs, king cover type but, nice head
on her shoulders, and the bitch will give it up, body shaped like bud wisers, classy hoe, that like to be power driver, ddt a bitch, I can go for some
hours, let parlae hit together we like twin towers, what you thought that I wind dime show you things, im the type of nigga let you suck while my chain
hang, if you don’t suck then you can lick while my chain swang, you as freaky as you wanna be promise I can maintain, gotta know ways and tricks to make
this dick spit, flip that, suck on the dick lick a sip stick, I gotta lot to offer, but for you its good wood make you chicken and waffles (bitch).
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] We in the bed no sheets
Girl + guys: Hey
[Trey Songz:] Air to the feet
Girl + guys: Hey
[Trey Songz:] Freaky as she wanna be
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Parlae:] She freaky as she wanna be and she know she thick wit it, hangin off the ceiling fan, she like to do some tricks wit it, dfb bitch, so you gotta
let the click hit it (if buddie hit it from the back), you gotta suck a dick wit it, I need a groupie hoe who know what the deal is, ask her where the
purp, where the goose, and where the pills is, call me dave houster cause that’s where I wanna be, she suckin, and fuckin, cause she freaky as she wanna
be, 10 necks so you know we aint finished yet, I don’t wanna fuck though, I want me some pigeon neck, suck a nigga dick or something, do wit no hands, I
say do it wit no, do it wit no, do for my man.
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] We in the bed no sheets
[Girl + guys:] Hey
[Trey Songz:] Air to the feet
[Girl + guys:] Hey
[Trey Songz:] Freaky as she wanna be
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Pimpin:] now she freaky as she wanna be, grabbin on the wood cause its good and she wanna see, leanin on up on a g, ashton might just run out cause I
think this hoe is punk’n me (she punk’n me), cause shes a freak she do everything, that pussy aint shit but that mouth like a hurricane, she keep her hair
fixed and I fucked it up, as soon as I bust a nut she grab the dick and she suck it up, bring her to the hotel and she do the team, shes a ghetto bitch
all she wants is hot wings, nah nigga she like the way a nigga ice bling, shes a good girl, and shes a actor, in the room alone shes a suckin dick doctor,
pop my balls in her mouth, like she pops some capsules, I like them easin out the county and like the way I sold, they choose ya cause a nigga is a
rapper, fuck em good and straight get ghost just like Casper.
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] We in the bed wit no sheets
[Girl + guys:] Hey
[Trey Songz:] Air to the feet
[Girl + guys:] Hey
[Trey Songz:] Freaky as she wanna be
[Trey Songz:] She freaky as she wanna be, believe it
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] Pop in, whats in them vickies? No secret
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] If you a lady in the streets, straight freak in the sheets
[Girl:] Im freaky as I wanna be
[Trey Songz:] She do it how I want her to do it, she move how I want her to move it, she called said she ready to see me, she get there ready to freak me,
do that there, said she do that there, I said she doin that there, baby you doin that there, you be as freaky as you wanna be
Stop Callin' Me lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
[Hook:]
Bitch stop callin me (bitch stop callin me)
Bitch stop callin me (bitch stop callin me)
Aint gon pick tha phone up (Aint gon pick tha phone up)
Aint gon pick tha phone up (Aint gon pick tha phone up
[Verse 1: (Parlae)]
Bitch stop callin me Aint gon pick tha phone up, send ya to tha voicemail
straight hang tha phone up
Aint gon get yo hair did, bitch stop askin me
Ya nails and ya toes fixed, bitch stop harrassin me'
I buy a bitch a shirt gotta buy a bitch a hat
I dont work at the zoo get this monkey off my back
Ya say ya pregnant wit my baby, shit, I dont think so....
Bitch dat aint my baby, well I dont really kno
I got what I wanted I dont need nuthin more
So stop callin leavin message after message hoe!
Bitch don't call me no more (why?)
Aint gon pick tha phone up
Treat her like a clothes hanger straight hang the phone up
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: (Buddy)]
Ay, stop callin me bitch dis aint no chat line
Blowin up my phone like a welfare hotline
Thinkin Ima help ya baby-mama bitch ya not mine
Nope I can't get wit cha and we cannot share no dollar sign
Call restricted hoe, put her numba on call block
Broad real smart, call me from her home-gurl house
Like a bug-a-boo thats nuthin I cant handle
I just treat her like some stranger unknown #s I dont answer
Our relationship got cancelled, forfitted, its ova
Stop leaving messages aint no startin ova
Ima call u aint no need 2 call me
Bitch talkin 2 yourself when U talk behind tha beep
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: (Pimpin)]
Stop calliin me talkin bout "Where u at?"
She wanna hold some money talkin bout let her hold a stack
I pick tha phone up quick tell this bitch I'll call her l8ta
Hung the phone up quick sent her straight to tha operator
She callin all the time, now she knockin at my door
Fuck that bitch hard cuz she keep wantin more
Just call it quit bitch den I made tha bitch leave
She tha stalkin type bitch, hidin behind a nigga tree
She callin once again keep callin niggas phone
She keep callin tha cell and the phone I got at home
Now she just fucked up cuz she went and worked for Nextel
call a nigga phone change my password on my voicemail
[Hook:]
[Verse 4: (Jizzal Man)]
Y u keep callin me?
What the fuck u playin on my phone 4?
Dats what stupid bitches get cracked across tha dome for
I cant get to tha phone, Im unable to answer
I aint buyin braids and I aint sendin pampers
U just dont get it u servin no purpose
I dont wanna talk, talk 2 my answerin service
I dont wanna talk to ya, I dont wanna fuck ya
Naw I aint ya boo and hell naw I dont love ya
U be wit tha silly shit,straight up on dat trippin shit
Callin me now, bitch used to be on Pimpin dick
It is what it is, I wish u wouldnt bother me
Bitch stop...stop...stop callin me!
[Hook:]
Give Props lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
[Chorus x2]
haters hate hard but it motivates
motivates us to get right
climbin to the top of the mountain
sleepin on the chrissy every night
gotta keep this thing goin
necklace glowin, already knowin
give props you know who the best is
Franchize!
you know what so so def is
Im draked up laced up
ridin through the city
top let down
we aint blowin on the 50
its trigger man and jeezy man and DFB, boy and i gotta hold it down for the DFB boy
they hate us bad, hate to see us niggas comin ? just lookin like money.
They cant stop us. we on top of our game
they some imposters and they tryin to call us some lames
we blow past em like in gone in 60 seconds
sign with ya main man its time to move records.
no time for them ?
they dont scare us at all
we on a whole nother level
they cant blast at all
you see us workin. puttin it down thats for certain.
you can see me wit a microscope
zoomin through your curtains.
im sharp as a razor, purple hay blazer
we smile at you niggas, theres so many imitators
[Chorus]
haters hate hard but it motivates
motivates us to get right
climbin to the top of the mountain
sleepin on the chrissy every night
gotta keep this thing goin
necklace glowin, already knowin
give props you know who the best is
Franchize!
you know what so so def is
one of the best there ever is and the best there ever was
im the motherfuckin truth and in everything i does
niggas hatin every day
??
ill eradicate yo ass
if push comes to shove
pop says stay focused
dont get stunned by the buzz
one shot to take your life so a nigga stay in blood
its when a niggas character is not made up
??
??
i done been had cash
its just more for me to pop wit
niggas aint gonna like it when i pop to a drop sick
Suckas Come And Try Me lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz (feat. DJ Unk)
[Chorus]
Suckas come and try me
They goin find yo body [4x]
[Verse 1]
If a nigga try me, then he goin die
I keep my tool cock like Debo's eyes
And when I draw down
Ana tryin to scare you
I make you 1,2,step like ya name Ciara
Put yo cha vest round yo head
Protect yo face
I been gettin money like collection plates
I put yo face on a shirt
and fronted on front page
Try me if you wanna
I got more nines then fourth grade
I re-up on the first then again on the third
I'm in tha hood like a fire hydrogen, sittin on the curb
And I got heart, I got grain, I got pills boy
I'm on da block posted up like a billboard
And I got that torch, so you know that I blast metal
If you went away, we steppin on you like a gas pedal
And I got that linen squeeze so I grip my pipe tight
Most of these niggas mad cause we shinin like some bright lights
[Chorus]
sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka come and try me [5x]
sucka come and try me
they goin find yo body [3x]
I got hoes fo days
Dro fo days
A choppa that sprays
I keep that thrown away
Sucka nigga wanna try
yo ass goin die
6 feet under the dirt, you lie
So duck when I buss
I shot yo ass off angle
Dripping blood on my shoes
Dry yo ass on a hanger
We da true, who care, Franchise lets get it
These niggas soft then snuggles
and big ass titties
I keep da croon piece nigga
And my fingas stay flicking
They say I need some Bendadryl
cause that bitch stay itching
It's getting hot in my kitchen
I stay cookin, I'm bad
Ah get mad, I have you redder then maxxy pads
Maceo told u niggas bout fucking wit Drez
I gotta a click of niggas ready to put one in yo head
Stretch you out on the bed and slap a tag on yo toe
I told u niggas wit big Omp, Hoe.
[Chorus]
Sucka, Sucka, Sucka, Sucka Come And Try Me [5x]
Suckas Come And Try Me
They goin find yo body [2x]
Don't Play With Me lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bitch don't play with me [repeat 4X]
I ain't noone to fuck wit [repeat 4X]
[Jizzal Man]
Bitch don't play with me don't even wave to me
It's a wrap ye ain't got nuttin' else to say to me
Make a nigga snap or see me straight flip bitch
Fuckin' with some G gon' get that ass killed bitch
And if the cops come? Fuck if the cops come
Cause I'ma do the sweep, hell yeah with my shotgun
Blow a fuckin' fuse and be wonderin' why he did that
Tried to keep it cool yeah I'm comin' to push your wigs back
[Parlae]
I squeeze big triggers, that'll rip when I blast techs
And I tote handguns with clips the size of giraffe necks
With the red beem on it (beem on it) so I can't miss
And I shoot k's (shoot k's) with ben frank clips
What's that? That's 100 rounds... Empty? That's 100 down
Fuck with DFB and you gon hear how 100 sound
I pump and break it down, when I cock it and spit slug
Put your knees on your ankles, and your chest where your hip was
[Chorus]
[Crunchy Black]
Gimme that gun, gimme that man, gimme that keys, I'm at his ass
Talk that shit, now see is he bad, I'ma make him do the mothafuckin' dance
Catch up with him, just like chad, put one in his mothafuckin' ass
Leave 'em all bloody, like a big pad. Crunchy Blac - I don't ass crash
[Juicy J]
I'm bout to walk up to your house knock on the door and blow your brains out
Then buck you in your chest so fuckin hard it knock the stains out
I'm one of them crazy cats that kick your ass and knock them thangs out
I got a 12 inch dick in your girl mouth I'ma let it hang out
[DJ Paul]
Yeah, bounce bounce star, bounce bounce star
Three 6 mafia and the franchise huuhh?
We put a bitch on blast
Dirty south we'll blast your ass
[Chorus]
[Buddie]
Every nigga that fuck with me (test me), that's the nigga I'ma check
Turn his whole chest into a muh fuckin' fish net
I ain't noone to fuck with, stuff you in the truck nigga
Have you tracked out, trapped up, bent up nigga
I got transporters that's workin' for a couple figures
And a couple slick colors, on a nigga play the trigger
Shoot a nigga down yup, that's courtesy the young dealer
Niggaz with attitude natural born young killers
[Pimpin]
Now bitch don't play wit me cause I got the K with me
Load it up, cock it back, get all in they face with it
I ain't noone to fuck wit, better get your issue right
Nut in them bitches and he ready to light that dynamite
ZMP niggaz hate it so I stay strapped
Run up on a nigga and put a whole in his wavecap
It's Pimpin nigga, steady trippin' on my off day
Blowin' purp all day run more blocks than in your ice tray
[Chorus]
They Don't Like That lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
Yeah....DFB Bitch
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
[Chorus:]
Hell Naw {They Dont Like That}x4
Fuck that nigga, Fuck dat bitch
Hell naw they dont like that shit
[Verse 1:]
I'm a side on the sceen {y}
Cuz i let my glock pop
Drawing chalk in the streets
But they aint playin hopscotch
I can make the rock lock
Soon as i get the pot wet
Like the fire hydrant on
I can leave ya block wet
They dont like that {hell naw}
But i dont give a fuck
2 deals in 2 years, a mill
I got plenty bucks
Cant tell me shit {y}
Cuz snitches I dont fuck wit'em
DFB BITCH
Hell yea I'ma buck wit'em
Still got da pound
Still package the yade
And I'm still in the hood
Like the rats and the jays
Glass light give'em lock jaw
So they crawl right back
Yea i think they like me
But i dont think they like that
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
I dont think they like that
Hell naw not at all
Take it like u wanna
Get bust like a cannonball
Niggaz like to mimick
They bite me like a 2 piece
Jump juicy jump
I'ma make u niggaz shoot me
These niggaz talkin so much
But ya'll doin so luck
I laugh so hard at u niggaz
Cuz the shit tickles
Talked to Lady P
And she downed u like a football
U ignorant azz nigga
Heard the people pistle whooped ya'll
And i aint the one to fuck wit
U fuckin wit the right one
The tech's in the trunk {bitch}
Unique wit them tight guns
Got millions on the line
Becuz my team is stronger
They dont like that {y}
Becuz my cheese is longer
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
I act a ass in this coop
Put on shows like its televised
They move a lot of weight
But i aint talkin bout exercise
Just keep that AR15
So my niggaz ready to hit'em up
Its something like shevrun
Cuz that silver whats gone fill'em up
And represent my click
Liek a nigga is pose 2
And keep a couple niggaz
Wit them 2's that I'm close 2
Why niggaz wanna shine
Wanna be in my position
Cuz a nigga turn out short
And leave it hard 4 the competition
I'm on a mission tryna get it
Cuz a nigga got to eat
Talk shit on these tracks
And show my ass on these beats
And i know these niggaz dont like it
Niggaz say they wanna kill me
Give'em a shot at comicview
Cuz i thin kthese niggaz silly
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 4:]
Besides Tech's
Money comin in bundles
And my ice game
Got me wearin a coat in the summer
I'm a gutta nigga
So its gutta shit that i honor
And I'm still in the tip
Wit a team of Young Gunnaz {Ten hoe}
Thats blow, Thats beam
They'll serve what u want'em
They'll cook it in your face
Like your at the Your Honors
U know the recipe
Slpash then drop that
Add a little bakin soda
Wit it make it some back
Dj Drop That
I betchu i can bring it back
On the track DFB
What u call glass crack
Glass Crack?
We the shit, so dont ask that
Young niggaz, worth about a mill
They dont like that
[Repeat Chorus]
White Tee (Remix) lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Kid Slim)
[Intro: Franchize]
In my white tee
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I slang in my white tee
I bang in my white tee
All in the club spitting game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fiends in my white tee
Forget a throwback, I look clean in my white tee
[Verse 1]
Step on the scene with some green, and some hard white work
Real clean, fresh jeans and a all white shirt
We all get money, and we all smoke purp'
Hit the dirt, one squirt will leave all you merked
'Cause I'm fesh in my white tee
They glance at my white tee
And I got that hat to match my pants and my white tee
Whoever that you might see
I know they got a white tee
Homeboy, Brother, Sister, Mother, there go your wifey
Hanes or Fruit of Loom be the name on my white tee
I gotta change man, there's a stain on my white tee
Lames in a white tee
I bring the pain in my white tee
Hispanic, white, black, even young wearing white tees
Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee
A throwback, know that
Hell naw it don't excite me
You don't need no throwback, how you be set on your white tee
You can get a sucker or a female on your white tee
[Chorus 2x]
I hit them errrrrrrrr!!!
REMIX
[J.D.]
That's right...
[Slim]
J.D. what's good?
[J.D]
Yeah.. Who's in the building?
Nigga I'm richer than a son bitch and still in a white tee
All flavors, Bathing Apes
I'm cool on them Nikes
These niggas wanna fight me 'cause all they hoes like me
Pockets filled with hundred dollar bills -- in my white tee
Man how my ice be -- dirty that ain't like me
You listening to the 2004 "Teddy Riley"
Pumping in my white tee, I do this all night B
Straight from 'College Park' and got Ms. Jackson as my wifey
Riding in my white tee, it's hard to be like me
Club hot as Fuck, shirt off in my wife beat
Young, fly and flashy
You know how my cash be
White tee, white whip -- everything nasty
Looking like I'm up in Heaven with it
One of the best that ever did it
Paper, paper, paper
I'm just trying to get it, get it
In the box, in my white tee
Throwing back that the lock 3
Shorts, pair of socks -- flip-flops
In white my white tee
[Slim]
I got Jersey's buttoned up
White tees ballin'
I'm in V.I.P, where the rest of the stars at
Tee (?) chain over all of that
If I ain't a hot boy -- then what do you call that?
On my beats be them Bapestars
I lean 'cause I'm a gangster
You point, say they hot
My response will be thank you
Jeans gotta sag too, bop as I pass through
Short sleeves showing off my watch and my tattoos
Dark see doo-rag, hat's in the back too
Hoes on my clothes on a path to the bathroom
Dope boy fresh, and I don't wear 'Guess'
Got a dent from my chain, in the middle of my chest
And I airbrush white tees
Airbrush Nikes
I wear BAPE's, but I got a Air Force wifey
I'm white teed out
All you see is the bling, and on that boy shirt
It say Slim is my name
[Outro: Franchize]
In my white tee
Yup (In my white tee)
In my white tee
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
Yup (In my white tee)
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Where I'm From lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
Franchize, yeah what hannenin
Here it go again, imma tell you like this
[Intro:]
Where I'm from (where I'm from)
Thats how we do it (how we do it)
where I'm from (where I'm from)
Thats how we do it (thats how we do it)
where I'm from (where I'm from)
[Hook:]
White tees and Afo Onez
Yep that's how we do it where I'm from
We drive til dusk til dawn
Yep that's how we do it where I'm from
We ride on big rims
Yep that's how we do it where I'm from
Dickie suits and tims
Yep that's how we do it where I'm from
[Parlae]
I ain't no bitch (where I'm from)
We don't play tricks (where I'm from)
We do you something wrong, you layin in a ditch (where I'm from)
We ain't gon snitch (where I'm from)
Cuz everybody gettin rich (where I'm from)
I do not care what you got you ain't sellin shit (where I'm from)
We on that dank (where I'm from)
Drank til we faint (where I'm from)
We ain't shoot in tha NBKz we leave you stank (where I'm from)
Said don't be canet (where I'm from)
Said Weegee ain't (where I'm from)
And I don't give a mothafuck what chayall thank (where I'm from)
We ride dem chevys (where I'm from)
23 wit tha pipes (where I'm from)
Yall got that yellow yellow cornbread we got that white (where I'm from)
We rock dem ones (where I'm from)
Dem all white tees (where I'm from)
We ride dem themba flats we ain't ride no deez (where I'm from)
We stay strapped (where I'm from)
Workin in the traps (where I'm from)
Can't mess wit the middle man cuz a nigga tryna cap (where I'm from)
N niggaz bleedin (where I'm from)
It's robbin season (where I'm from)
So you betta keep cool, don't give me no reason (where I'm from)
[Hook x2]
[Pimpin]
I'm from da A westside Allantemple where I stay
Niggaz talkin all that shit, I'll break 'em up like B2K
Where I'm from in the gym stay ballin like MJ
I'mma Scarface nigga so I stay blastin a K
I be stackin in da winter bringing new trays out all the May
Yeah we stay rollin swisses cuz we do it all day
Niggaz stay trappin on they heels standin in my hall way
Where I'm from bakin cookies
Chips A'hoy what they call me
Stay drop what they call me
Naw you neva say me
Cuz I stay low key
Like a spot on the wal B
Niggaz round here scared takin lesson for Karate
Yeah I came rich off a mothafuckin hobby
Real niggaz where I'm from, yeah we keep them niggaz shoppin
Yeah theres golddiggaz so those hoes steady plotting (where I'm from)
We get to the money cuz my niggaz always poppin
Fuck a red light Franchize ain't stoppin
[Hook x2]
[Pimpin]
We ridin trucks (where I'm from)
On big boy rims (where I'm from)
I keep more action than a director off in films (where I'm from)
We twist up haze (where I'm from)
Stay servin Jays (where I'm from)
Cadi the shades (where I'm from)
Chop around for days (where I'm from)
Steady count on blaze (where I'm from)
I gotta stay (where I'm from)
On my block a hundred stacks if it may (where I'm from)
If you want us on a stage a front you gotta pay (where I'm from)
We ain't no game so you know we can't be played (where I'm from)
[Parlae]
We don't play (where I'm from)
Watch what you say (where I'm from)
Yall toe gats we toe choppaz and akz (where I'm from)
You disobey (where I'm from)
And you gon lay (where I'm from)
Off in the woods, you'll be missin for some days (where I'm from)
We leave messes (where I'm from)
Wit Mack 11z (where I'm from)
But they don't fuck wit me, they know that numba 7 (where I'm from)
We shoot out backs (where I'm from)
We shoot off legs (where I'm from)
Westside Zone One Bankhead (where I'm from)
[Hook x2]
Fight lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
Bust his head to tha right
Bust his head to tha right
Bust his head to tha right
Imma bust it wide open [x2]
Boy I've been drinking and my system that hen in,
I gotta bust his head before I knock his chin in,
I might just punch his ass, we might just jump his ass,
Or we’ll get em rock til he fall n we might just stomp his ass
C'mon a get a lil bet fuck nigga try your luck
bitch they call me pimpin I slap hoes and leave em short,
N you run and get ya pistol cuz you feel you been fucked,
I come around niggas even when they try to gut
So get ya head bust open, like ya just get cocked,
by them head got track, hit you with a gallon bottle
treat like a virgin that wanna hit ya Victoria model,
I prefer tha white meat cuz tha dark is too swallow
Ball up, come back, stomp that nigga,
he tried to lock em ball, so I snuck that nigga,
no time to rush, two more jabs got his eyes cut
his staggern vision blurry, HE HURT HE GOT HIS HEAD BUST
[Hook x3]
Get jacked lik Jess, fuck nigga I bring them thangs,
let ya move be ya best, fuck nigga this ain't no game,
disrespect you can bet, I throw them thangs,
aint no time in tha club nigga that I don't slang
And you know my will,
do em out the muscle, I ain't from Trillville
but I'ma headbussa i'll knock a nigga out and soon as my move clique,
bust his head to tha right nigga, pool balls and pool sticks
Boy Billy done bad, my laugh is played out,
no job in tha club, done buck ya layed out,
you a disrespect partner so tha love his gone,
bet I'll knock ya ass out, go slide ya girls own
I put niggas on tha back,you can call me Lak Suagar,
they think thats its a dream, cuz I scare like Freddy Kruger,
two hits make em shake like a fucking drug abuser,
nigga try to buck like a pimp but they a loser
[Hook x3]
I'ma a slim cashin, I really don't do fightin,
but niggas be ain't cuz they hoes always bitin,
niggas talkin shit thats tha shit I don't be likin,
give me a little credit for tha shit I be recyclin
You rockin cock diesel, when I know you don't wanna fight,
like shot it left, but broad would I throw it right,
these niggas don't wanna see me, hand and guns,
I ain't quick to grab tha tool, but I'll fraig ya gun
I'm slangin hard yea, and I'm serving em fast,
while throw like sugga shane, knockin you on ya ass,
now I got ya head bust open what, knock ya brain in a chevy,
my hand move way, so ya know my blow wit it
Now its on in this bitch, yea its on in this bitch,
you don't wanna another 1, so watch ya tone in this bitch,
I ain't Martin Larence, we can't get along in this bitch,
my niggas ready to fight if you get wrong in this bitch
[Hook x2]
Fight [x30]
White Tee lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
Yup in my white tee [x12]
[Hook x2]
I slang in my white tee
I bang in my white tee
All in the club spitting game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee serve feigns in my white tee
Fuck a throwback i look clean in my white tee
[Verse 1]
Step on the scene with some green and some hard white work
Real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt
We all get money and we all smoke purp
Hit the dirt one squirt will leave all yall murk
Cause im fresh in my white tee they glance at my white tee and i
Got the hat that match my pants and my white tee
Whoever that you might see
I know they got a white tee
Uncle, brother, sister, mother, dad or ur wifey
Hanes or fruit of the loom be the
Name of my white tee
I gotta change man its a stain on my white tee
Lames in a white tee i bring the pain in my white tee
Hispanic cracka nigga even yangs wearin white tee
Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee
A throw back no that hell naw it dont excite me
You dont need no throwback cause you will be set on your white
Tee you can get a circle or a v neck on ur white tee
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
I hit the mall in my white tee
Ooh I think they like me or they like the diamonds cause they shine so brightly
Yeah u know i how i be under my tee it the wifey
I got that thang tucked tightly
For them niggas who think im soft nigga come and try me
They going to find your body
White tees in the club and while we drinking on bacardi
Fuck throwbacks white tees in party
Now dont get me started gotta try bacardi
Drama we avoid it
Everyone one wear white tees cause they can afford it
Girls wear white tees, boys wear white tees
Niggas in the trap now i bet they got a white tee
I wear a white tee, you wear a white tee
The next day catch me with a brand new white tee
Oh they boy clean white shoes fresh jeans
But on that boy shirt what it say not a thingg
[Hook x2]
I gotta couple throwbacks it just I choose not to wear them
White tee extravganza nigga like a foot locker sale
Niggas think i done fail but my paper stacking a lot
Or you can throw back this but
Partner check my nine
And im a ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya
Street gangs with a little fame them hoes gonna chase ya
Can't escape from this white shit it done covered the map
Like crack been her in the 80s and it took over the trap
Come to the hood you can find me trapping in my white tee
Standing with a full grill niggas might try me know how i be still in my white tee
Rock jeans tiger green yeah girls like me
Haters try to bite me
Some try to dislike me
Became a rich nigga and the feds try to indicte me
Yup in my white tee [x12]
When Can We Date lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
[Intro]
Yo See that girl right there shawty
Yea She a dime piece right there I'ma Holla at her
She so fine I don't know what to say What should I say to her?
So when can we date? nah nah i cant say that
Imma say somethin nice to her, ya know?
When can we date? NAH! I'll jus tell her like thys
[Chorus]
I got good taste and I like your shape
dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
you thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You aint got a man so when can we date
I got good taste and I like your shape
dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
you thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You aint got a man so when can we date
[Verse 1]
I gotta stay fresh (You suppose to be)
It ain't my fault if yo hoe told me (nah
I snatch up every broad (Standing close to me)
She can be with me if she wanna be
I spotted her, she had me froze, she made my mind freeze
I ain't know what to say this chick was a dime- piece
She might not be my type and then she might be
I stepped quick, thinking to myself would she like me?
I want her so I holla no hesitation, I spoke quick
She started diggin my coverstation, my blood racin
You play the doctor and I be your patient
If my heart had a safe I give u the combination
Unlock and give me love, it be me you be thinking of
They say it was straight game but all I said was I got good taste
and I like your shape so all I wanna know is when can we date
[Chorus]
I got good taste and I like your shape
dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
you thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You aint got a man so when can we date
I got good taste and I like your shape
dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
you thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You aint got a man so when can we date
[Verse 2]
I'm diggin you ma
she must be a star coke bottle shape or your million dollar smile
Like a trial you the judge of my aquitted
I'm waiting on your verdict cmon now tell if you wit it
I'm willing to take you out and show you some nice things
Reserve us a dinner and listen to Kelly sing, Step, Step in the name of love
I can tell you about books, or I can tell you about drugs
Tha average college thug, it's just the way I be livin
I need a miss thug, believe it's you that I'm missin
Picture us covered with sheet rhymin beat for beat
Huggin and kissin I can massagin your neck and your feet
[Chorus]
I got good taste and I like your shape
dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
you thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You aint got a man so when can we date
I got good taste and I like your shape
dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
you thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You aint got a man so when can we date
[Verse 3]
I need a slim girl with a little tiny waste
One who love the dick and even love to taste
So when can we date, it don't matter where the place
You know I keep my tool got to keep my baby safe
You know you got a solider straight down and off the base
Now I know the block all day doin what it take
And when I give you money yea them girls gonna hate
We can hit the rink I know your size in roller skates
Or roll up some bushes fire'em up by the lake
Or take you to a resturaunt and eat a couple steaks
Now my friends say I can't, on the phone when I shade
I'm thinking she my mate so when can we date
[Chorus]
I got good taste and I like your shape
dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
you thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You aint got a man so when can we date
I got good taste and I like your shape
dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
you thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You aint got a man so when can we date
[Outro]
Told you boy I just went over there and straight told her
What did u say to her?
When can we date she came home with no problem
so next time you see a girl what you gone say
When can we date Yeah ha ha I got one shawty ha ha
Dat's Da Way Dey Roll lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
[Chorus x2]
I heard them boys got plenty dough
I heard dem boys smoke nothin but 'dro
I heard dem boys takin ova ya know
And that's the way dem boys roll (oh oh oh oh)
[Verse One]
[Buddie:]
I know ya heard a lot but did ya hear the right thang
It's more than sellin weed and whippin up some cocaine
Gotta know the streets the tricks and trays to make the right play
Must stay focused like ya mind in a chess game
Get to the money that's the only thing that matter mane
Believe in ya dough choose zeroes over hoes mane
Even when ya hurt be a starter not a second string
Produce like troops throw it up like ya serve game
[Pimpin:]
Get ya weight up nigga cuz I'm seein six figures
The girls like me now but the hoes used ta dig us
Plus they tryina eat tryina get a lil bigga
Tryina see mo money than a fuckin bank tilla
Now I get money straight flowin like a riva
Cuz every otha week my bank account get bigga
All on BET hangin out wit Tigga
Chromed out engine paint flipped like some Skittles
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
[Parlae:]
See people where I'm from thought I was lyin fo real
When I said I hit a lick cuz I done signed a deal
Naw I ain't tryina prop I'm just tryina live
If success is at the top I'm finna climb the hill
And we can't be stopped we headin to the last level
If ya in the way we steppin on ya like a gas pedal
It's Franchize and you know we don't play
We takin over so niggas get out the way
[Jizzal Man:]
I'm kicked back burnin placks with this stick black motta
Pussy and dollas homie ya know I get a lot of
Tinted glass mash the gas in a black Monte Carlo
My bitch clean rims spin when I stop her
I'm young fresh hot and I'm blerssed ya feel me
My bristles wanna fuck but htey niggas won't kill me
A rich fly wise guy them jokas hate when I ride by
A MC six screen scatin on 25s
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
[Buddie:]
Now evryody wanna make it
But when the chance comesand there's a risk ya gotta take it
A lotta niggas hate it but face it we done made it
Franchize gone rise bitch we da butt naked
[Parlae:]
I don't do this shit for free I was paid to be here
This ain't no mistake I was made to be here
And my chains been diamond since birth
We all get money and we all smoke purk
[Pimpin:]
I'm doin good now you can say htat I'm blessed
Cuz livin in these streets you need a gun or a vest
That's why niggas study cuz it's nothin but a test
Ya heard one thang but ya didn't hear the rest
[Jizzal Man:]
Knew I'd make it one day was just a matter of time
People sayin quit playin boy ya wastin ya time
Look at em now switcharoo I bet they wish they could trade places
And now my mama gettin calls oh I ain't know that was P.J.
[Chorus]
Bitch Nigga lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz
what what what what what what what (where tha fuck u come from plaa...)
hey...hey....hey...hey...hey
[Chorus:]
I can see it in your eye that you a bitch nigga
When you got beef you run and hide cuz you'z a bitch nigga (FRANCHIZE!!)
You gonna ride on a bitch nigga
And you gon' die if you try me like a bitch nigga
[Verse 1:]
He's a bitch nigga (yeah) and my cliq yeah we peeped it
Imma tell Victoria that we found out her secret
Nigga try to stand up so the money he tried to keep it
So we had to make examples leave a niggas leakin'
Cant worry bout' a bitch cuz im tryin to get a mil
You already got tha' look all you need is some high hills
And when we raise our voice these niggas droppin' tils
I aint brand nigga i been doin this shit for years
(You'z a bitch nigga)
So we have to bust them niggas head
Hol' up lil shawty man i think that nigga scared
We cashin' big 10's
I aint gon' think about akky?? bread
You tried me once before den next time imma put you on them dreads
So if act like a bitch why you smack like a bitch
Yeah i came up rich and yo ass aint gettin shit
So if you wanna pull onto im gonna build your coffen
Cuz im sendin' niggas to the unda parkin office
[Chorus:]
I can see it in your eye that you a bitch nigga
When you got beef you run and hide cuz you'z a bitch nigga (FRANCHIZE!!)
You gonna ride on a bitch nigga
And you gon' die if you try me like a bitch nigga
[Verse 2:]
I make the whole side come to the scene draw and talkin tha streets
I aint no spatula (bowww dowww) so i dont squash beef
Oh yeah you pussy whipped (yeah) and you sprung on that bitch nigga
Awwww they aint no hoes...Thats why i swung on that bitch nigga
He hatin tellin people he the reason for this franchize
He mad cuz we blew up like we stumpin on a land mine
We like straight jack we get ready fast nigga
We caught you stealin' (man..)
You'z a pat ass nigga
Can we talk like men...??
What tha fuck was you sayin thurr
The reason i grabbed yo' hair cuz you was holdin' ya head down
(You'z a bitch nigga)(yeah)
It aint not lie cuz you shit nigga
We FRANCHIZE!!! and we'll ride on a bitch nigga
Now ride out... (hey)
ride out...(hey) [x3]
Now ride out(hey)
Ride out(hey) [x3]
[Chorus:]
I can see it in your eye that you a bitch nigga
When you got beef you run and hide cuz you'z a bitch nigga (FRANCHIZE!!)
You gonna ride on a bitch nigga
And you gon' die if you try me like a bitch nigga
[verse 3:]
You a bitch on Bankhead
You and yo sidekick
Mane we Franchize like the fuckin Houston Rockets
So some straight dropped and got robbed for your profit
Ah ah ah ah.... we aint gon' deal wit slime shit
Fuckin wit my team
You playin games wit tha wrong cliq
If we had a draft for sum haterz you'd b tha 1st pick
Far from the next so the best nine's worthless
My hands never dirty but my match is still workin'
Red eyes all blink in vision blury off that purk bitch
You wouldn't run up cuz you knew you would hurt bitch
Hold up westside (yeah) where my team work bitch
Hollywood Bankhead M.L Kime where we learn bitch
[Verse 4:]
Now we at the henderson truck steady stearin man
prayin while he drive supposed to be a Gods fearin man
Yo once i hate to hear it my _ be some killas man
Its bout to be sum gun play poppin at these niggas ass
You already kno' bitch ass niggaaaaa
The choppa wit tha drum get yah killed fast niggaaaaa
Dont come bows pack a blunt they call me kit-kats niggaaaaaaa
You can tell a bitch cuz they switch fast niggaaaaa
Ohhhhh im bout to shoot and make a blast face niggaaaa
Kno who im talkin bout and ill face dat nigga
Stomp that hoe
Straight wreak that niggaaaaa
And when you see us commin' you besta' make way niggaaaa
[Chorus:]
I can see it in your eye that you a bitch nigga
When you got beef you run and hide cuz you'z a bitch nigga (FRANCHIZE!!)
You gonna ride on a bitch nigga
And you gon' die if you try me like a bitch nigga
Now ride out... (hey)
ride out...(hey) [x3]
Now ride out(hey)
Ride out(hey) [x3]
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