The Dayton Family

The Dayton Family - Drugstore lyrics

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yeah the dayton family back up in this bitch backstabber shoestring and that 

nigga bootmothafuckinzilla - bootleg gotta nigga rippin the flow flippin it 

slow got my foot back in the door here i go im motivated like im snortin the 

blow refuse to poor gheto life is all that i know big bag duffle bags toe tags 

nigga thats tryin to stop player profit bootzilla popem 36oz copin dope chopin 

labratory never stopin keep the crackheads hopin henen out the yae house when 

im in it on my block an 8th of rock sold every minite chicken heads im hitten 

fine birds through the mitten any ho that chose get her nose frost bitten leg 

is never quiten hardest nigga that spitten records arebein sold from dayton ave 

to britain rappin is like cokin cocain in the kitchen niggas can come up missin 

if they snitchin first nigga thats killinem bullets bustin and drillinem every 

flow i flow is packed with dayton adrinalin rollin on my camilion paint i aint 

fuckin with bitches unless my man and them is fellinem so dig that much of it 

bootzilla the real nigga bustin out in public intodusin you bitch niggas to the 

44 me and shoezilla is the clerks at the drugstore -CHOURS x2 - lets go to the 

drug store and pull out a shotgun "shotgun" take all of the money then break 

out and run "lets run" - break out steak out mathafucka make out you gon change 

your mind about me when i pull the gauge out flama banga niggas yall in danger 

another local hero nigga murdered by a stranger beatin bleedin real niggas G'in 

what the fuck we bustin yall niggas aint seein face it taste it you can be 

eraseted found up in the ditch or in the corner in  the basment holded loaded 

explosively exploded speakin up on the dayton family bitch you gettin folded 

grimmey slimmey my killahs right behind me bitches with the mill killa kill 

when you find me rosin choosin put niggas in they flosin hitem with a pop and 

leave his deadly ass frozen ballin fallin and aint nobody callin quit speekin 

up on name cause you record deal was fallin thank you gank you nigga ima shank 

wookin your ass like i was wook rockman when i stank shisty fiesty foever livin 

icey so quick to get away from a mothafuckin vicey drugin thuggin cops'll catch 

the slugs in aint gon lock me and bitch you better sell you husband we got the 

dope so what the fuck you searchin for he on the floor bleedin as his blood 

pour drugstore -CHOURS x2- where you cope from dayton family
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