Dem Franchize Boyz
Dem Franchize Boyz - Black Tee lyrics
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[chorus 2x] I rob in my black tee Get licks in my black tee All in ur house searchin for bricks in my black tee I slang in my blacktee I bang in my black tee All in the club spitting game in my black tee I bling in my black tee serve feigns in my black tee Fuck a white tee i look clean in my black tee Verse 1 I hit the scene, black scene in an all black shirt Black mask on my face Leave all yall murk 2 bricks, 20 stacks, and 30 pounds of the perk I'm a lick-hit nigga All i do is do dirt Leave a red blood stain on ur all white shirt ?Gucci?-man so gutter, I steal money from ur purse Lay out in your yard, robbin while u go to church Verse 2 Ak-47 to 11 in my black tee I'm riddin in my chevy Police heavy, they can't catch me I rob in my black tee I mob in my black tee Switch up and change cloths After my job in my black tee Niggas don't even kno me When i have in my black tee Catch a cab on a back street I ain't sellin dope I'm in the lab in my black tee I always pack a pistol for them crabs tryin to jack me [chorus] Verse 3 Yes, see that, i'm peepin the scene In my black tee With a black fitted cap And air max To match my black tee Fuck a white tee I look shady in my black tee Getting licks and sending niggaz to Grady In my black tee Black joggin pants, But ain't no runnin in my black tee I'm in all black So i get more shine off my gold teeth Ain't no hatin Cuz real niggaz wear what they wanna wear The eastside never kill niggaz And we never kill Verse 4 I look mean in my black tee Stacks in my black tee Cadillac on black We tote gats in our black tee Chevy on them 23's Dependin on how u live On the Block fuck my enemies Asshoes in a black tee Shawty says she like me Cuz i move bricks and stack cash in my black tee The feds try indite me I heared it from amigo Escalades and condo Black tees and girbuads Talkin shit to ur stank hoes Steppin on niggaz toes [chorus] Verse 5 Be dressed off in my black tee Fitted hat, black gat And some accesseries Black rag, black mask And a gold grill Sometimes them pants come down Do it all for the thrill A nigga might get shout A nigga might get killed In my black tee In your house, yeah nigga And I'm lookin for those keys I hope i find a rubberband Stacked with that cheese If we fire too much Ass it, nigga, let him bleed Never again Let a nigga live that squealed on me Let him kno that I'm a hard head Nigga from the east With that anger Inflict pain in my black tee Take him to the concrete Count 123