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dj mo beatz - d-boy lyrics

[hook]
i’m coming off the westside, where n-ggas on the fresh sh-t
but catch me on the eastside with some b-tches you mess can’t with
i’m a detroit player, stacking my paper
stacking so high need a f-cking elevator
i’m a d-boy, i’m a i’m a d-boy
i’m a d-boy, i’m a i’m a d-boy
i’m a d-boy, i’m a i’m a d-boy
i’m a d-boy, i’m a i’m a d-boy

[verse 1: hbk]
i’m a d n-gga keep it g n-gga
i’m getting it, can’t you see n-gga
these white diamonds like a key n-gga
but this yellow ice like pee n-gga
2 chainz i’m on three n-gga
i’m who your lil brother wanna be n-gga
if i’m not in your girl i’m in the street n-gga
40 cal don’t try to creep n-gga
sleep n-gga, you a weak n-gga
dough boyz is not to be f-cked with
she ignorin your calls and playin with my b-lls
and doin it all while she suck d-ck
i’m on suss-x on the west side
but my east side b-tch rollin with me
i f-ck her good and i throw her a fifty
then drop her off then my soldier with me
i don’t trust a soul, cause in the d is cold
but not that cold cause i be wearing minks
tippin hoes when i walk in sphinx
your b-tch drunk cause i bought the drinks
give her a wink and i make her smile
girls wanna f-ck cause i be making thous
top down at belle isle, all i’m hearing is b-tches yell out
there go big sean, there go the kid, them n-ggas doin it big
they’ll take your b-tch and show her how life is supposed to be live

[hook]

[verse 2: sayitainttone]
three cellphones and them b-tches work (i say)
louis with the gucci n-ggas say i’m perpin ( i say)
ak-47 b-tch i need a turban (i say)
lambo on the lodge b-tch you see me swirvin (vroom)

[verse 3: dusty mcfly]
everynight i count up with a cold b-tch i must say
roro with a crushface, my old ho got the crushface
make the the doe at the day, i can feed the whole hood b-tches
how you n-ggas gettin money and your whole hood snitchin
don’t be watching the television, but it’s flats in every room
d-boy of the year, b-tch i got plaques in every room
got a strap in every room, stacking dough until i’m rich
couple duffle’s double flipped, got them russians on my d-ck
i feel like maserati rick in ’85, grey poupon
on my motherf-ckin sandwich ho, cuttin up some cantaloupe
while a super bad spanish b-tch kiss on my pinky
gave her a pink stinky and make her get kinky i’m out here!

[hook]

[verse 4: big sean]
man i’m just west-side reppin, bad b-tch undressing (do it)
east-side connected, holler if you need connections
boi, i’m fresh up that mille, you know i’m reppin that 7 (yup)
bought my mom new a crib, to show that she can be alive and see heaven
fur coat i’m chewbacca, drunk off rose and vodka
saw them n-ggas talking sh-t, so i beat they -ss and f-ck my new watch up (god d-mn!)
i’m a detroit player
they gon’ have to put me next to barry sanders and isaiah
no hand outs, tell these n-ggas all pay up
cause they ain’t gave me sh-t when was broke and on the way up
and i made it, cash out, d girl -ss out
hood n-ggas, army guns bussin like they the black ops (oh god!)
your girlfriend love the ride don’t she?
with my d-ck out, i might let her put some miles on it
got all my leather put some milles on it (swirv)
say i don’t rep the d that’s the dumbest sh-t
you seen them carties whippin out on 106…(b-tch)

[hook]

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