lirik lagu dem franchize boyz – fight
bust his head! (to the white meat!)
bust his head! (to the white meat!)
bust his head! (to the white meat!)
i’m a 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 -ss, we might just jump his -ss,
or we’ll get em rock til he fall n we might just stomp his -ss
come on and gamble (bet) f-ck n-gg- try your luck
b-tch they call me pimpin i slap hoes and leave em short,
n you run and get ya pistol cause you feel you been f-cked,
i come around n-gg-s even when they try to gut
so get ya head bust open, like ya just get c-cked,
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 cause tha dark is too swallow
ball up, come back, stomp that n-gg-,
he tried to lock em ball, so i snuck that n-gg-,
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, f-ck n-gg- i bring them thangs,
let ya move be ya best, f-ck n-gg- this ain’t no game,
disrespect you can bet, i throw them thangs,
ain’t no time in tha club n-gg- that i don’t slang
and you know my will,
do em out the muscle, i ain’t from trillville
but i’m a headbussa i’ll knock a n-gg- out and soon as my move clique,
bust his head to da white meat with pool b-lls 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 -ss out, go slide ya girls own
i put n-gg-s on tha back, you can call me lak suagar,
they think that’s it’s a dream, cause i scare like freddy kruger,
two hits make em shake like a f-cking drug abuser,
n-gg- try to buck like a pimp but they a loser
[hook x3]
i’m a a slim cashin, i really don’t do fightin,
but n-gg-s be ain’t cause they hoes always bitin,
n-gg-s talkin sh-t that’s tha sh-t i don’t be likin,
give me a little credit for tha sh-t i be recyclin
you rockin c-ck diesel, when i know you don’t wanna fight,
like shot it left, but broad would i throw it right,
these n-gg-s 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 -ss,
now i got ya head bust open what, knock ya brain in a chevy,
my hand move way, so ya know my blow with it
now it’s on in this b-tch, yea it’s on in this b-tch,
you don’t wanna knuckle up, so watch ya tone in this b-tch,
i ain’t martin larence, we can’t get along in this b-tch,
my n-gg-s ready to fight if you get wrong in this b-tch
[hook x2]
fight [x30]
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