Dem Franchize Boyz

Dem Franchize Boyz - Black Tee songtekst

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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

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