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Dem Franchize Boyz My Music Lyrics This dat Soso Def shit, [Hook2x] Make my.... Music for the boyz with the O's, The old school pro's in the strip club [Verse:] Every time I do it, you know just who I do it for, My O. G. Niggaz, my gurls in the strip club, And fa my top cats that's block cruisin', That's for the coops serve the rocks on the block music, And any club, any party don't rock this, I'm sendin my trend dawg it's lean wit it, rock wit it, And for the projects buildings behind the locked gates, They do what they gotta do and hustle at a top rate, Movin dem o's makin dey pention, we grind til we ride sittin on 24 inches, My ghetto niggaz and bitches know how to keep it hood, I keep it gutta im'a gangsta you know just how I do it [Hook2x] [Verse 2:] I'm the shit you can't say I'm not, I keep white keep purp like a crayon box Aay, and got a nice whipped game and I can't lie Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire Put it in my hands, I can make it go If I can't move it then im'a call tony yo I let the bullets from my gun spread Sippin hard while you down on the corn bread First I droppin the mix Hit the pot like a edward and bought 8 bricks Yup, in my white tee so you know I keep it white And I keep green like a traffic light [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Yo pimpin', you know who it be it's B. You. N to the little b One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedagree Movin thru yo city like a muthafuckin mayor, Hate on me nigga like I muthafuckin care I'm the king of the trill, got the streets in a head lock A head busta piece so heads up I keep the lead cocked Sellin' mo yayo than you could stuff in a bread box And im'a keep on pushin even when the fed's flop I represent the trill, I stand up for the hood I'm holdin down the underground just like a nigga should Ugk and dfb we do it for the block Dem d boyz in the trap holdin work keepin it cocked It don't stop [Verse 4] I make my music for the ones servin' J's(servin' j's) The bitches in the club shakin' ass for the pay(for the pay) For the ones one the block(ten hoe) block holders For the ones that'll knock ya head off ya shoulders That's gangsta I doin for the thugz And the bitches in the hood on erry type of drug Shipped across the border from purp to the cola I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and molderz Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple handguns Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son B. Un is out the test you wanna test son My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy [Hook:]
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