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Dem Franchize Boyz Album


Dem Franchize Boyz (2004)
2004
1.
Where I'm From
2.
Fight
3.
4.
When Can We Date
5.
Dat's Da Way De Roll
6.
Do Ya Dance Girl
7.
Bitch Nigga
8.
Play No Games
9.
Slap Ya Witta Bank
10.
11.
Hit Da Dirt
12.
45's, Choppaz & 9's
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Where I'm From

[No lyrics]

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Fight

[No lyrics]

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Artist : Dem Franchize Boyz
Title : White Tee(dirty)
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in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee
yup in my white tee

i slang in my white tee
i bang in my white tee
all in tha club spittin game
in my white tee
i bling in my white tee
serve feins in my white tee
fuck a throw back i look clean in my white tee
(2x)

step on the scene wit some green and some all white work
real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt
we all get money and we all smoke purp
hit tha dirt one squirt will leave all ya'll merked
cuz im fresh in my white tee
the glance at my white tee
and i got that hat that match my pants and my white tee
whoevea that u migh see i kno they got a white tee
homie, brother, sister,mother, daddy, or ur wifey
hanes or frut of tha looms be tha name of my white tee
i gotta change man, theres a stain on my white tee
lames in a white tee
i bring tha pain in my white tee
hispanic, crackers,niggas even yangs wear a white tee
hitt tha club deep and we all got white tees
a throwback no dat hell naw dont excite me
u dont need no throwback cuz u be set in ur white tee
u can get a circle or a v-neck on ur white tee

chorus
i slang in my white tee
i bang in my white tee
all in tha club spittin game
in my white tee
i bling in my white tee
serve feins in my white tee
fuck a throw back i look clean in my white tee
(2x)

i hit tha mall in my white tee oh i think they like me
or they like them diamonds cuz they shine so birightly
yea u kno how i be up under my tee is that wifey
4-4 tucked tightly for thoes niggas who think im soft
nigga come try me they gone find ur body
whit tee in tha club white we drinkin on bacardi
fuck throwbacks white tees in tha party
now dont get me started gotta try recorded
bullshit we avoid it
everyone wear whit tees cuz they can afford it
girls wear a white tee boys wear a white tee
niggas in tha trap niggas i bet they wear a white tee
i wear a white tee u wear a white tee
tha next day ceatch me wit a brand new white tee
ooh that boy clean white shoes fresh jeans
but on this boys shirt what it say not a thing

chorus
i slang in my white tee
i bang in my white tee
all in tha club spittin game
in my white tee
i bling in my white tee
serve feins in my white tee
fuck a throw back i look clean in my white tee
(2x)

i got a couple throwbacks its just i choose not to wear em
white tee excravganza nigga like a foot locker sale
niggas think i done fell but my papers stackin alot
or u could thowback this but partna check my nine
and ima ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya
in street game a lil fame them hoes gone chase ya
cant escape bro this white shit done cover the map
like that crack did in the 80's it took ovr tha trap
come to tha hood n u'll find me trappin in my white tee
standin wit a food grip niggas might try me
so high i be still in my white tee
rock jeans pockets green yea hoes like me
hatas tryin bite me some try just like me
became a rich nigga and tha feds tryin indite me

yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep in my white tee
yep


. . .

When Can We Date

[No lyrics]

. . .

Dat's Da Way De Roll

[No lyrics]

. . .

Do Ya Dance Girl

[No lyrics]

. . .

Bitch Nigga

[No lyrics]

. . .

Play No Games

[No lyrics]

. . .

Slap Ya Witta Bank

[No lyrics]

. . .


[Verse 1]
Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B
Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly
So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me
If you had some figures you will be just like me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I shining like a light B
Niggaz talking yep in there muthafuckin throwback
It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat
We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat
When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak
These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac
We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat
If Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back
We stackin big faces cuz we still spending throwbacks!

[Chorus]
Ohh I think they like me [x16]

[Verse 2]
Haters want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up
First nigga act up first nigga get bust
Just ta gettin shredded, while im twirlin n switchin swords
T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz)
Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell naw dat dont sight me!)
I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace
Ear piece icy they straight up like me
You heard pimpin playa (they shine so brightly)
Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers
Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us cuz
Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love
Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas
I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta

[Chorus]

A young nigga
I luv to muthafuckin fight
but when shit get thick I grab the k he grab the pipe
so when my muthafuckin partnas
when they rumble when they right
strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light
some people say im crazy, my eye stay lazy
the neck so sweet, ten bricks for the 80
killin fuck niggas when they dont wanna pay me
ones on my shirt, stay clean so i made it
we back on the block, servin glass to the jay
nigga gotta glass jar, swappin shit, breakin face
gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced
gotta king fitch tell her get the fuck out tha way
wet paint, big shoes, move motors lets race
young nigga tryin ta get it, wat i care about a case
if u want me come n get me bitch i gotta AK
see yall nigga, me n my click n we dont muthafuckin play

[Chorus]


. . .

Hit Da Dirt

[No lyrics]

. . .

45's, Choppaz & 9's

[No lyrics]

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