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urban etiquette - theme song lyrics

[intro: devante wood]
i ride around with these chips on me
know that i stay dips homie
i got eight siblings and they never call me
got ten hoes, and they all phony
but i beat cakes with that fat -ss
‘what’s your number?’ b-tch don’t ask
i got goals and you come last
like a pothole you get filled fast
i’m living, hoe and i don’t need a b-tch
i know myself and i don’t need a script
i’ve been moving i don’t need a whip
and i’ve been the kid that you don’t kick it with
it’s like wood grain, yes i’m really grippin’
ugk, and we really pimpin’
dirty sprite, and we really sippin’
rob a n-gg- for that diamondback
my daddy said i shouldn’t live that
temptation a b-tch, don’t look her in the eye
you can smell what we smoking when we roll down the block
i don’t ever say nothing when it come to the cops, like d-mn
homie don’t ask me no questions
cuz i have been moving too much for this shit, uh
i have been counting my blessings
and i am like this close to copping my whip, uh
i have been p-ssing my tests
and i think that this year i’m going to finish like

[hook: matt burton & devante wood]
this is my theme song
that getting my queen song
this is my building my team song
this is for building my future and
all of my brothers and all of my sisters
my father my mother my aunties my uncles
my homies and haters, acquire that paper

[verse 1: matt burton]
in my heart, and my hand, would you hold it
you ain’t gotta know, but i thought i let you know
so when you stay up late all alone, trying to think
imma be, splifty singing like i’m jodeci
sitting listening to jodeci
song singing just like jodeci
so i can go to the grammys
eat jhene aiko’s groceries
give it to her how it’s supposed to be
i don’t got the ghost but you got me
yeah right now it’s jokes, but just wait till i blow
feeling like i’m jodeci
feeling like i’m jodeci
so just come baby maybe you can go with me

[talking]
[matt burton]
ah, i gotta think of a line after that
[devante wood]
oh, you ain’t got another line?
shit, don’t even trip
i’ve got another verse coming, so
just throw the hook in, like right here

[verse 2: devante wood]
d-mn, these rappers been ripping right off of my style
all of these n-gg-s is simple, they talk about blowing that loud
b-tches in henny then caught with them hennies
i roll with some troopers that hold on some minis
you see me with dollars that came from some pennies
i been moving up since i moved in with ninny
pockets ain’t empty
i’m trusting no man and i learned that from fifty
living the struggle they looking for pity
air it out
fake people wanna break bread with the clan
smile on your face slap hand with the man
tryna make a move on the man with the plan
tryna get your fix in the man with the grams
why the f-ck is we still talking if it is, uh
not about benjamin shit
now why have you really been fronting
like you have not been on my d-ck, like condoms b-tch
picture me f-cking and calling a hoe
i cannot f-ck with these birdies no more
they stay on my mind, i do not got time
hating on my style, imma keep it og
little bit of shine, now they eyes on me
my life a road trip with a take on e
only n-gg- in my city getting beat’s [somebody]
now hook ’em with the theme

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