White Wall Street

White Wall Street - The Guttah Shit lyrics

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[Intro] (DJ Boofkid)

Yo yo yo yo yo, DJ Boofkid, comin' in, the studio

We been on break for awhile but we're back dog, we're back



(DJ Boofkid)

DJ Boofkid outta the cut

like my nigga Lunchbox i ain't givin a fuck

Grab the sawed off, now ya gettin' the buck

grab the deuce-deuce now ya straight outta luck

Like a Diamond in the rough, kid i'm dangerous

you might wanna blast back but you can't aim at us

I'm born to bust, too much is never enough

Talk shit, end up face down in the fuckin' dust



(Lunchbox)

Now it's to the topic we've all once debated

That's whether or whether or not it's time to get faded

Cops hate it the dealers made it

But it' is today ain't nobody bout to change it

You're not outta range kid

As i'm readin' you the G's the Judge readin' plaintiffs

You ain't shit, I aim this

One blast to ya head now you brainless

Added two blades in, blunts blazin'

I'm laughin' at the name engraved in-

ya tombstone, ya doomed holmes!

I'm at ya funeral, with out a suit on

mackin all the girls who in the group homes

Gettin dome while the gone

But they never alone, uh

You know what i'm sayin to you

I'm not playin the fool

I'm bein laced with the two
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