alexx wayne - django lyrics
[prod. by tb4l duke]
[chorus: ray da great]
hundred round drum on the draco
shooters on move when i say so
big chips, got cheese like queso
iced up wrist cause it’s faithful
working with the blocks like lego
kick flav, drip sauce like prego
i be slanging iron like django
and you can’t name a hood where i can’t go
grill up beef and then fire up the vegetable
scream hallelujah while counting my decimals
i want the car with the wings, that’s a tesla
just copped a watch and the diamond all ledgable
i got your b-tch on the juice and a edible
call her the hulk cause her head is incredible
i put her legs to her head she was flexible
she tried to run and that sh-t unacceptable
[verse: alexx wayne]
spaz, off top of the head
f-ck with my cash then it’s off with your head
run in your house, gun in your mouth
knock off your spouse then run off with your bread
don’t f-ck with you n-ggas that f-ck with the fed’s
i know gd’s and crips but still f-ck with the red
got a church girl that’s a sl-t in the bed
i tell her i love her to f-ck with her head
got a limp in my walk like i f-cked up my leg
pimp in my talk, b-tch you her what i said
used to rock fade now i’m working on dreads
she don’t f-ck with f-ck n-ggas, rather f-ck me instead
switch up the flow, tear down the walls
k!lling these hoes, got a gun in my drawers
i ain’t worried bout y’all hating -ss n-ggas
know some real n-ggas that’ll mob when i call
yeah, wayne on the beat
riding shotgun, got sh-lls in the seat
stomp a n-gga out, got blood on my sneaks
keep your thoughts to yourself before i leave em in the streets
want beef? n-gga pull up a chair, let’s eat
cl!ck, clack, boom, n-gga bonaparte
no room for dessert, n-gga ain’t sh-t sweet
murder you and your dog, better keep him on a leash
capisci? you ain’t really bout that life
pull two guns make a n-gga think twice
you know i’m from the south, mix grit with the sprite
the hoe got left cause she ain’t wanna get right
you ain’t really bout that life
pull two guns make a n-gga think twice
you know i’m from the south, mix grit with the sprite
the hoe got left cause she ain’t wanna get right
[chorus: ray da great]
hundred round drum on the draco
shooters on move when i say so
big chips, got cheese like queso
iced up wrist cause it’s faithful
working with the blocks like lego
kick flav, drip sauce like prego
i be slanging iron like django
and you can’t name a hood where i can’t go
grill up beef and then fire up the vegetable
scream hallelujah while counting my decimals
i want the car with the wings, that’s a tesla
just copped a watch and the diamond all ledgable
i got your b-tch on the juice and a edible
call her the hulk cause her head is incredible
i put her legs to her head she was flexible
she tried to run and that sh-t unacceptable
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