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lirik lagu danny brown - d-boyz

[intro: wajeed]
w-a-a-j-e-e-d, ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, yah
it’s serious, go ahead
c’mon now down in detroit

[verse 1: t3]
see where i’m from, n-ggas will smoke you for small paper
it’s dangerous in the d, beware of 7 mile players
east don’t like the west, the west say the east is some haters
gator haven, old school whips, chrome plated
color-coordinated fabrics, cartier gl-sses, yes!
it’s the home of them dudes that’s fantastic, yes!
they’ll bust in your attic and start blasting
looking for that ganj’ you better have it fast
b-tch–ss, we ask last and then smash
p-ss the cops, i don’t give a f-ck i’m playin’
conscious n-ggas hold pistols in detroit
this ain’t orange county, n-gga, this is detroit
and i’m a d-boy i’m building the “estroy”
home of the lords and the motherf-cking cheddar boys
hex murderer, trick-trick
we cl!ck-cl!ck, boom
and let the pistols clear the room, i -ssume
come to my city, you better holla
or watch out for my n-ggas creeping in impalas

[hook: t3]
we’re some d-boyz, d-boyz, d-boyz
you probably wouldn’t get it if you come from out of town
we’re some d-boyz, d-boyz, d-boyz
we’re getting all the paper, man, we’re spreading it around
we’re some d-boyz, d-boyz, d-boyz
they call us jenny craig the way my n-ggas move pounds
we’re some d-boyz, d-boyz, d-boyz
we shoot this f-cker up and make a n-gga run a mile
we’re some d-boyz, d-boyz, d-boyz

[verse 2: t3]
and we roll deep, ask some motherf-cker about we
we on our feet
sorry, hardly got me acting rowdy
just enough bacardi but this is how we party
probably step in the joint for some henny and some c0ke
part of my code, i prolly got a nina in my coat
gucci [?] heads up on my toe, i’m a goat
plus the cash that i throw is like it never touch the floor
[?] yeah, such a professional
the blow and the ‘dro in the floor near the dresser drawer
take us as jealous, ho, dare you to touch it, though
violence start piling we ain’t smilin’
don’t you hear them violins, somebody must have died and
n0body couldn’t survive that moment of silence, uh

[verse 3: danny brown]
got my d fitted like magnum pi
keep the big mac on me, for you small fries
blowing on haze, four deep in the mercury
y’all n-ggas g-y like eddie mercury
baby momma going down slow ron burgundy
forty cal. wake n-ggas early like courtesy calls
y’all on my b-lls like pilate cl-ss
shotty blast, ring of fire, like johnny cash
i don’t eat rappers, i eat baby mommas
you at mickey d’s while we at benihana’s
every time you call she tell you “low cell”
and when you call back it’s straight voice mail
cause she’s with the g’s, me and t3
sb, nudie jeans, you look tacky
y’all fake like jackie
talkin’ ’bout murder but we know you just rapping
talking gun play, but you never made it happen
talking ’bout work, but your never sold a capsule
now, is it just me or these n-ggas bars g-y like that one on police academy
actually, these n-ggas just dumb
hoes in the village when we walk through the slums
where me and 3 from, keep a gat
so i guess that’s where you at

[outro: waajeed]
i dare you come on, yo
one, two
and we’re k!lling this rap sh-t
black milk, guilty simpson, yeah, slum village, elzhi, yeah
you know how we’re doing this sh-t, fat cat
one, two, detroit

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