On Top Of Our Game (2006)

• My Music
• I Think They Like Me (Remix)
• Ridin' Rims
• Bricks 4 The High
• You Know What It Is
• Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It
• Freaky As She Wanna Be
• Stop Callin' Me
• Give Props
• Suckas Come And Try Me
• Don't Play With Me
• They Don't Like That
• White Tee (Remix) (Hidden Track) 

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)