D Boy
Title | D Boy |
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Artist | BandGang Biggs |
Album | Biggs Campaign |
Release Date | 2015-08-19 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] Come on Nah! Just downed 700 This bitch ain't got no worries but every time I put it on, make a bitch get out her shirt One line cost 100, that's if you want that purp I got Actavis and Sprite, I might mix it up in church I'ma just keep it 100 My niggas like to drill but no Bob The Builder shit when I say drill they like to kill I'm stuntin' while I'm swerving 1200 for my shoes we ain't stressing over here, lil nigga this shit's cool It's strange how we be getting it Stay changing up on niggas See me at 1 o'clock by 2 o'clock it's some different You see me with that Glock finna plot on a bitch nigga I got eyes on all these niggas 'tryna play like they some killers My chopper got a knife Don't mean no disrespect but catch you looking at me wrong, I'm gon' put it in your chest These hoes want me to rest But I can't got no chill, and that's 'prolly the reason these hoes 'wanna give me neck...bitch! [Chorus: BandGang Biggs & (Young Buck)] Young nigga getting money, I'm counting bands If you ain't talking money I'ont understand (I'm in the kitchen whip it with my left hand East side, west side what you reppin'?) I'm a D Boy (Real D Boy Stay strapped and I'm really in the streets boy) Buffs on my face J's on my feet boy (Mink to the floor I can show you how to eat boy) [Verse 2: Young Buck] My young nigga got bands His mama got that work too All we know is get the money, motherfuck a curfew I just tell him be a man don't let nobody hurt you Always remember teenagers can put in dirt too The young niggas got brick money Talk that shit money Icy wrist money Pay for the hit money How I came out nobody pocket I just get money That fuck your bitch money Pay rent money I got dope money this ain't 50 Cent money I just bought my plug a Phantom thanks for what you did for me Tell him [?] this that give this to your kids money Think about it this that "you know what it is" money I'm at the titty bar, leaning on a dirty Sprite Thinking to myself which one of these hoes coming home tonight I do what I want to do No I don't know wrong from right You on that broke nigga shit? That's that shit I don't like You might also like[Chorus: BandGang Biggs & (Young Buck)] Young nigga getting money, I'm counting bands If you ain't talking money I'ont understand (I'm in the kitchen whip it with my left hand East side, west side what you reppin'?) I'm a D Boy (Real D Boy Stay strapped and I'm really in the streets boy) Buffs on my face J's on my feet boy (Mink to the floor I can show you how to eat boy) [Verse 3: BandGang Biggs] We invented saying chicken these niggas just wanna copy I'm all Balenciaga's my bitch she off the Versace My ex bitch keep calling she hotter than a tamale I got niggas on the block, they hotter than some wasabi hit the club with Young Buck We cause a fucking tsunami A nigga got mad so I told the bouncer to bounce him It ain't like I'm a bitch, this jacket cost me some thousands if this bitch get a rip, I'm turning up to a thousand All lot estate, I'm pouring lean on a mountain Aid and lemonade that's why I'm leaning and drowsy You ain't got no money but eating out at Katanas run my check up when it got me repeated from Coney Island And after that bitch I got Tempur Pedic with them diamonds bought a chain, told them let the fucking diamonds sink inside it ShredGang with me yeah we all with the violence ya'll lil niggas through this bitch acting like some minors...bitch [Chorus: BandGang Biggs & (Young Buck)] Young nigga getting money, I'm counting bands If you ain't talking money I'ont understand (I'm in the kitchen whip it with my left hand East side, west side what you reppin'?) I'm a D Boy (Real D Boy Stay strapped and I'm really in the streets boy) Buffs on my face J's on my feet boy (Mink to the floor I can show you how to eat boy) |