ay ay ay ay ay ayyyy



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You know what it is, (uh huh), You know what it is hoe

You know what it is, (uh huh), You know what it is hoe

You know what it is, (uh huh), You know what it is hoe

You know what it is, (uh huh), You know what it is hoe



Jizzal man:

Diamonds on my wrist, on my chest, and my earlobes

DFB bitch you know what it is hoe

Got money to burn, smoke purple for days

Keep a nice trim C hard and sport in the A

Got the work too, and i don't even gotta touch it nigga

From Detroit back to the A all in Kentucky nigga

I'm the man with the plan hell i'm the real deal

This shit ain't no game and you know what the deal is

Impacts from them gats and domes get filled

Instant attacks with them macs and niggas get killed

You know how shit is you know shit is real

It's just the DFB ATP and Adamsville yeah





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Parlae:

These niggas know that we aint playin

.45 with the beam man,

a shot'll put ya top back like a sardine can

I can't stop won't stop servin these things man

You know what it is hoe they go for 18 man

I'm servin these hustlas cuz' me ima hustla

I'm connected like folk, got mo' pull then tug-a-war

I got it for cheap, yo prices can match mine

I'm plugged like snip-n-chord connected like fast line

And still in a trap, with my burn in the mail slot

Posted on the curb, get mail like a mail box

Don't fuck witcha boy, cuz you'll pay less

And im shippin out packages like UPS yup





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(Buddy)

Its that same young nigga stand out till its all gone

that same young nigga on the grind while yall gone

you know what it is with the same hood mind frame

use it if i pull it man im chewing it

when im am snipping it they say i cant change

nigga you dont want to fuck with me

all up on your blitz because im busting it

if your rushing it think twice

for what go with your first instinct

blink lights gone nigga

aint no time to think im gonna do you something wrong like george playin

week man have your ass gone by the end of the week man

the block is like a fork lift

i tried to told ya

dont get your head twisted

lift it off your shoulders





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Pimpin:

And you know what it is

got me bustin at your other dude

they say im the shit

so get your boy a toliet stool (a toliet stool)

i make the pounds and the ounces move

keep a louder beat

drop threw your spot like its fast food (bad food)

straight grippin on the wood nigga

a nigga signed again

they kept the studio in the hood nigga

im young fly and flashy linted small ballin earnin g's

pushin all the weight soon

in my hood they call me hercules

and i represent my click

so a nigga betta act cool

they know who a nigga wit because my charms and my tatoos

now you know what it is and you know my name hoe

its like e a sports

because its all in the game hoe