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d-brown - they wanna be lyrics

[dj don juan]
awwwwwwwww shiiiiiiiiiiitttttt!!!
[verse 1: tha real d-brown]
yo yo yo
yo lets take it back to the strip, back to the block
where the feens want that good shit
down with the n-gg-s on the corner off the strip
with they pound ’round they waist
tryin’ ta stack they chips, dunny
shit’s real, i know i told you before
n-gg-s ‘ill bang ya head out dauwg, solo with that blau
i don’t what you did, or what you saw
n-gg-, i told you, unnnh, f-ck the law
that’s why i wanna hustle n-gg-, yo i go hard
cause ten years from now, i’m gon be mike ?nauj?
benzs’ coupes, ferraris, and bentleys
chips by the stacks, and i got them by the plenty
and i know you straight hatin’ that yo’ b-tch envy me
so you wanna’ be like me, you wanna act like me
you wanna’ dress like me, you wanna’ talk like me
biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitcch, there’s only one db

[chorus]
unnnnh, i see these n-gg-s dressin’ like and actin’ like me
they wanna be d-brown (chorus: they wanna be d-brown)
i see these n-gg-s talkin’ like me, and rhymin’ like me
they wanna be d-brown (chorus: they wanna be d-brown)
i see these n-gg-s on the strip, tryin’ ta hussle it down
they wanna be d-brown (chorus: they wanna be d-brown)
biiitch, but guuuesss whatt????????/ (what?)
there’s only one d-brown, nigguuh

[verse 2: tha real d-brown]
why you straight hatin’?
the chips that i’m makin’, is the block what i’m rapin’
my tools got yo’ head shaped
you know my steeeez, i run my treeees
get low with a ho’, but for her to be on her knees
let this beef talk i’m spittin’ in threes
this ain’t talk about sluggy’s, they talkin’ ’bout thugs
one in my hand, the in my man’s right hand
so if they gun jam, n-gg- for sure, we gon’ git chya’ man
i could put chya’ hands up n-gg-, like one of my fans
but grands at yo’ feet, n-gg-
but you yellin’, screamin’ “d-brown, you the man!”
i told you n-gg-, you the one to fuuuuck with the fam’
here comes your arms, and knife legs, maybe your hands
but yo f-ckin’ with the money, screw it up my clamps
i’m that n-gg- with that ill team
that get-mad craig, smoke that sticky green
plus cash ‘nuf checks for all my feens
time ta’ f-ck ‘nd this n-gg- be a me, b-tch n-gg-

- d brown lyrics

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