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dem franchize boyz – bitch nigga lyrics

what what what what what what what (where tha f-ck u come from plaa…)
hey…hey….hey…hey…hey

[chorus:]
i can see it in your eye that you a b-tch n-gg-
when you got beef you run and hide cuz you’z a b-tch n-gg- (franchize!!)
you gonna ride on a b-tch n-gg-
and you gon’ die if you try me like a b-tch n-gg-

[verse 1:]
he’s a b-tch n-gg- (yeah) and my cliq yeah we peeped it
imma tell victoria that we found out her secret
n-gg- try to stand up so the money he tried to keep it
so we had to make examples leave a n-gg-s leakin’
cant worry bout’ a b-tch cuz im tryin to get a mil
you already got tha’ look all you need is some high hills
and when we raise our voice these n-gg-s droppin’ tils
i aint brand n-gg- i been doin this sh-t for years
(you’z a b-tch n-gg-)
so we have to bust them n-gg-s head
hol’ up lil shawty man i think that n-gg- scared
we cashin’ big 10’s
i aint gon’ think about akky?? bread
you tried me once before den next time imma put you on them dreads
so if act like a b-tch why you smack like a b-tch
yeah i came up rich and yo -ss aint gettin sh-t
so if you wanna pull onto im gonna build your coffen
cuz im sendin’ n-gg-s to the unda parkin office

[verse 2:]
i make the whole side come to the scene draw and talkin tha streets
i aint no spatula (bowww dowww) so i dont squash beef
oh yeah you p-ssy whipped (yeah) and you sprung on that b-tch n-gg-
awwww they aint no hoes…thats why i swung on that b-tch n-gg-
he hatin tellin people he the reason for this franchize
he mad cuz we blew up like we stumpin on a land mine
we like straight jack we get ready fast n-gg-
we caught you stealin’ (man..)
you’z a pat -ss n-gg-
can we talk like men…??
what tha f-ck was you sayin thurr
the reason i grabbed yo’ hair cuz you was holdin’ ya head down
(you’z a b-tch n-gg-)(yeah)
it aint not lie cuz you sh-t n-gg-
we franchize!!! and we’ll ride on a b-tch n-gg-
now ride out… (hey)
ride out…(hey) [x3]
now ride out(hey)
ride out(hey) [x3]

[verse 3:]
you a b-tch on bankhead
you and yo sidekick
mane we franchize like the f-ckin houston rockets
so some straight dropped and got robbed for your profit
ah ah ah ah…. we aint gon’ deal wit slime sh-t
f-ckin wit my team
you playin games wit tha wrong cliq
if we had a draft for sum haterz you’d b tha 1st pick
far from the next so the best nine’s worthless
my hands never dirty but my match is still workin’
red eyes all blink in vision blury off that purk b-tch
you wouldn’t run up cuz you knew you would hurt b-tch
hold up westside (yeah) where my team work b-tch
hollywood bankhead ml kime where we learn b-tch

[verse 4:]
now we at the henderson truck steady stearin man
prayin while he drive supposed to be a gods fearin man
yo once i hate to hear it my _ be some killas man
its bout to be sum gun play poppin at these n-gg-s -ss
you already kno’ b-tch -ss n-gg-aaaa
the choppa wit tha drum get yah killed fast n-gg-aaaa
dont come bows pack a blunt they call me kit-kats n-gg-aaaaaa
you can tell a b-tch cuz they switch fast n-gg-aaaa
ohhhhh im bout to shoot and make a blast face n-gg-aaa
kno who im talkin bout and ill face dat n-gg-
stomp that hoe
straight wreak that n-gg-aaaa
and when you see us commin’ you besta’ make way n-gg-aaa

- dem franchize boyz lyrics

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