Lyrics My Music (feat. Bun B) - Dem Franchize Boyz, Bun B

My Music (feat. Bun B)

Everytime I Do it u no jus who i do it for my og niggas my girls in da stripclub and for my top cats thats block using its fuck da cops serve da rocks on da block music and any club any party they'll rock this im
setting my trend dog its lean wit it rock wit it and for da projects buildings behind
da locked gates they do what they gotta do and hudtle in a top brick monving
them O’s making they pinches we grind til we ride sitting on 24"my ghetto
niggas and bitches know how i keep it hood i keep it gutta all my gangstas know
just how i do it
I’m da shit u cant say im not i keep whitekeep purp lik a crayon box and got a nice whip game man i cant lie shit i can cook crack on a c&fire
put it in my hands i can make it i can make it go if i cant move then imma call
Tonio i let da bullets from my gun spread im selling hard white yall
selling cornbread first i drop it then mix hit da pot lik i ask for a bar at risk yep in my white tee so u no i keep it white and i keep green like a traffic light
Well pimpin u no who it b its Bun to that letter b 101 persent gangstacheck my pedigree movin through yo city lik da mothafuckin mayor hate me nigga like i muthafuckin care ya im da king of da trill got da streets in a headlock a headbussa bitch so
heads up i keep da leg cocked selling mo yayo
than u can stuff in a breadbox and imma keep on pushin even when da feds flop
forreal i represent da trill i stand up for da hood im holdin down da underground just like a nigga should UGK and DFB we do it for da block them
D-boys in trap foldin work keepin it locked and dont stop.
Verse 4i make my music for da ones servin j’s and da bitches in da club shakin
ass for da pay for da ones on da block block holders for da ones that will
knock yo head off yo shoulders thats gangsta i do it for da thugs and da bitches in hood on every type of drugs shift across da border (the purp) to da colas i hustle spreewells like im 310 motors (pawn shop nigga) keep a couple
handguns chopped in the trunk and they keep one in they hand son be honest im not da test u wanna test boy my motive is to kill a nigga shoot above da chest
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