My Boy (Bonus Track) de Freddie Gibbs

My Boy (Bonus Track)

Freddie Gibbs

'My Boy (Bonus Track)' se estrenó en 2015. Este tema está incluido en el disco 'Shadow of a Doubt'

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My Boy (Bonus Track)


Yeah, yeah
East side, they f*** with us
That west side, they f*** with us
Them Blood niggas, they f*** with us
Them Crip niggas, they f*** with us

My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say 'What's the chicken, my boy'
My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say 'What's the chicken, my boy'

My dope fiends come shop with us
My clique's silent, no cops with us
My thug niggas spend guap with us
My thug niggas spend guap with us
My close partners ain't popular
They in the cut, bagging dope, chop it up
Need our buyers to stay poppin up
These opps bodies stay poppin' up
I'm f*** ni*** proof, bitch ni*** proof
Show you pussies how a rich ni*** do
At the Ritz, I got your bitch coming through
At the Ritz I got your bitch busting too
Sold the heron, got them bricks popping through
Neck was cold as f***, my wrists got the flu
Cop a brand new Bentley, dripping candy blue
Show you pussies how a rich ni*** do
Don't sleep on these streets boy, this shit can get drastic
That Glock on my hip boy, I stay with that plastic
These niggas got Choppers, these pussies they blastin'
I air your ass out at the stoplight in traffic

I just made a porno, record while I'm smashing
Fuck the Arab bitch all on the carpet, Aladdin
I walk with that dog everyday like my papi
Y'all roll with that Cujo, I stay with that Lassie

My boy, I was gettin it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say 'What's the chicken, my boy'
My boy, I was gettin it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say 'What's the chicken, my boy'

That east side, they f*** with us
That west side, they f*** with us
That north side, they f*** with us
That south side, they f*** with us
That Chi-Town, they f*** with us
That O-Town, they f*** with us
That H-Town, they f*** with us
Hit V Live and we fuc*** it up
I'm f*** ni*** proof, bitch ni*** proof
Show you pussies how a rich ni*** do
Neck is cold as f***, my wrists got the flu
Show you pussies how a rich ni*** do
I was out here on the highway, copping dog
Drop it off, my niggas fuc*** up the mall
Foreign flexing, got these hoes dropping drawers
BBSing, got these hoes dropping drawers
Don't sleep on these streets boy, this shit can get violent
I stay with that O boy, like Cam'Ron, I got it
My coupe beast, the pink off the lot, boy no mileage
I stay with that O boy, like Cam'Ron, I got it

Man, I just made a porno, record while I'm smashing
Fuck the Arab bitch all on the carpet, Aladdin
I walk with that dog everyday like my papi
Y'all roll with that Cujo, I stay with that Lassie

My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say 'What's the chicken, my boy'
My boy, I was gettin' it my boy
Had that dog in the kitchen my boy
You can come get a brick of that boy
Niggas say 'What's the chicken, my boy'

That east side, they f*** with us
That west side, they f*** with us
That north side, they f*** with us
That south side, they f*** with us
That ATL, they f*** with us
That Memphis, Tenn, they f*** with us
That Miami, they f*** with us
Hit King of Diamonds, we f*** it up
That east side, they f*** with us
That west side, they f*** with us
That north side, they f*** with us
That south side, they f*** with us
By Detroit, they f*** with us
That Mississippi, they f*** with us
That Cincinnati, they f*** with us
You f*** niggas can't f*** with us

My boy, yeah
Real niggas, real niggas, fuc*** with a real ni***
Yeah, yeah
Real niggas, real niggas, fuc*** with a real ni***
Yeah, yeah
Real niggas, real niggas, fuc*** with a real ni***
Yeah, yeah
Real niggas, real niggas, fuc*** with a real ni***, yeah

That midwest, they f*** with us
That south side, they f*** with us
That H-Town, they f*** with us
Hit B live and we fuc*** it up
I'm super blowed as f***, super throwed as f***
Off the lot with that Rover truck
Half brick flat and I fuc*** it up
Half brick flat and I fuc*** it up
I'm f*** ni*** proof, bitch ni*** proof
Told you pussies how a rich ni*** do
Neck is cold as f***, my wrists got the flu
Brand new Bentley, got that bitch dripping blue
I just hit the Ritz, your bitch coming through
I just hit the Ritz, your bitch busting too
Neck was cold as f*** my wrists got the flu
Show you pussies how a rich ni*** do

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