boy froot – shady bizness lyrics
[kr3w daville]
let’s step back from that criticism
let’s step back from that lyricisms
better step back from my list cuz [?]
we finna hit em wit em nines
i don’t give a f-ck, crimes
we gettin’ buck, rhymes
we got some, and motherf-ck you, we comin’ up
point a deadly weapon at your mama’s house
laser pointin’ at her head
leavin’ body parts laid out on the couch
on the couch
cl!ck clack they all gone because the b-tch with the bl–dy blouse
gold on my grill fill all my front t–th
with my homies in the candy paint
like hotbox so fogged you can’t see out the back
pull out the ski, stop mobbin’ dressed in all black
then start to creep on them hoes
dbz, full season packs
full season packs [?]
you don’t know me, cruisin’ down the street
i be krew d. a. v. i double l e, dont mind [?]
i am to the e.n.d
[froot]
i’m gettin’ money by any means
my nose is bl–dy but i’m still gon sneeze
and if she know me, then she drop to her knees
tell that b-tch to go head, give that -ss a squeeze
jump into my bed, she sayin’ “froot please”
fill her head with some led if she don’t please me
get her legs to spread, gonna hit the p-ssy
her -ss is f-cking dead if she even tries to scream
what you know about boy froot and krew daville?
creepin’ in yo house, lookin’ for somethin’ to steal
puffin’ on that loud, eatin’ four course meals
air forces on my heels, i’m endorsed and makin’ deals
i’m remorseless cannot feel, anything ain’t nothin’ phase me
b-tches think i’m crazy, n-ggas call me shady
cuz i’m hangin’ in the back of the alley
drugs in my pocket, welcome to the death valley
skimask on my face, gun strapped to my waist
and you best get to runnin’ fo i put you in yo place
and you know that i am comin’ and i’m gonna make haste
b-tch i’m always, man i got the finest tastes
[hook]
shady bizness how i make a living
leave dat pistol cl!ckin’
[sharxxx]
b-tch i’m up to shady bizness
b-tch i’m out there lady k!llin’
b-tch i’m so misogynistic that i work in advertisin’
this beat is tangalizin’ [?] them h-rns is very nice
and i be comin’ strapped cuz i just got my pocari license [?]
don’t you dare to try me, sharxxx is king by rap officials
masters in the swag and a bachelor is smackin’ b-tches
me and froot been baggin’ b-tches
rappin’ got me rags to riches
laughin’ at yo dragon from my cadillac, i’m trailer hitchin’
posse keep goin’ so hard, you know that you don’t wanna start
posse be drivin’ so drunk, posse gon f-ck up your yard
so go ahead and [?]
players hate us but they never say it
[?]
and i ain’t even fakin’ prolly seen yo mama naked
[?]
[hook]
[froot]
dis is how i make a living, cuttin’ fools in the kitchen
and their family never miss em cuz they barely got to kiss em
i’m up to shady bizness, i’m pimpin’ 80 b-tches
i flip a brick then i’m gone with the f-cking quickness
what you want from froot?
i don’t give a f-ck
take all yo loot, hit you with the buck buck
b-tch you finna test yo luck?
take you to the bridge, throw you over you get hit by a truck
i don’t give a sh-t cuz i f-ckin’ had enough
b-tch, you wanna give my d-ck an itty bitty suck?
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