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Dem Franchize Boyz




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Dem Franchize Boyz Album


On Top Of Our Game (2006)
2006
1.
My Music (feat. Bun B)
2.
I Think They Like Me Remix (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Brat, Bow Wow)
3.
Ridin' Rims 4. Bricks
4.
The High (feat. Jim Jones & Damon Dash)
5.
You Know What It Is
6.
7.
Freaky As She Wanna Be (feat. Trey Songz)
8.
Stop Callin' Me
9.
Give Props
10.
Suckas Come & Try Me
11.
Don't Play With Me (feat. Three 6 Mafia)
12.
They Don't Like That
13.
White Tee (Remix) (bonus track, feat. Jermaine Dupri & The Kid Slim)
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My Music

[No lyrics]

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I Think They Like Me Remix

[No lyrics]

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Ridin' Rims 4. Bricks

[No lyrics]

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The High

[No lyrics]

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You Know What It Is

[No lyrics]

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Lean wit it, rock wit it!
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it!

Verse 1
I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky,
posted in the cut, and im lookin for a blockhead,
yup in my white tee! i break a bitch back,
and i keep a big bank, oh i think dey like dat!
before i leave the house, im slizzard on a goose,
and im higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose,
and i can lean wit it, and i can rock wit it,
and if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it!

Verse 2
ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it,
rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it,
pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it,
n da spot aint crunk? bitch its green isnt it?
if u dont wanna do it, then ill make ya dance,
perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands,
when you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy,
Chalay, plus the squad n dem franchize boyz!

Hook

Verse 3
now im gon lean wit it(yea!), brush my shoulders off,
cuz im supa clean wit it, SK dont play, i got a beam wit it,(beam wit it)
if i fuck you gotta let the whole team hit it, yup let the whole team hit it,
now rock wit it, shake your dreads wit it, bend your back,
snap your fingers, bob your head wit it, i said lean wit it,
take a sip of that Henn, and rock wit it,
im off that X rollin hard wont chu pop wit me?

Verse 4
When shit pop off, im jumpin out jus like "wassup hoe?"
im jigglin dat shit, all the way down to the flo' ho,
im up in the club, and im creepin like im ice,
cuz my shit down to the flo, like im rollin on a dice,
you know we jawin, yup, and we all in da white tee,
i lean n i rock, niggas wanna do it like me,
i run wit BM squad cuz thats my muthafuckin click fool,
break that bitch back, jus like a real squad nigga do!

Hook

Verse 5
Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers,
ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me,
gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me,
call me Teddy, i got grounds dont hate, nigga shop wit me,
BHS, Trap Squad, B.R.C, we known bitch,
Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on bitch !,
dis trap shit n rap shit, i done did dat shit,
lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat shit ayyy,

Verse 5
The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some otha shit,
left witcha bitch, wit an ounce, and a stiff dick,
didnt have to say much, cuz she seem obliged,
walked off the club, got on the phone, called her gurl for menage,
wat im all up to, shit lets see how it turned out,
gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house,
ay u wit that G shit right?
cuz i done leaned, i done rocked all muhfuckin night!

Lean wit it, rock wit it!x16


. . .

Freaky As She Wanna Be

[No lyrics]

. . .

Stop Callin' Me

[No lyrics]

. . .

Give Props

[No lyrics]

. . .

Suckas Come & Try Me

[No lyrics]

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Don't Play With Me

[No lyrics]

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They Don't Like That

[No lyrics]

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*Featuring Jermaine Dupri & Slim

[Intro: Franchize]
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)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I slang in my white tee
I bang in my white tee
All in the club spittin game in my white tee
I bling in my white tee
Serve fiends in my white tee
Forget a throwback, I look clean in my white tee

[Verse 1]
Step on the scene wit' some green, and some hard white work
Real clean, fresh jeans and a all white shirt
We all get money, and we all smoke purp'
Hit the dirt, one squirt will leave all y'all merked
'Cause I'm fesh in my white tee
They glance at my white tee
And I got that hat to match my pants and my white tee
Whoever that you might see
I know they got a white tee
Homeboy, Brother, Sister, Mother, there go ya wifey
Hanes or Fruit of Loom be the name on my white tee
I gotta change man, there's a stain on my white tee
Lames in a white tee
I bring the pain in my white tee
Hispanic, white, black, even yang wearing white tees
Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee
A throwback, know that
Hell naw it don't excite me
You don't need no throwback, how you be set on ya white tee
You can get a circle or a v-neck on ya white tee

[Chorus 2x]

I hit them errrrrrrrr!!!
REMIX

[J.D.]
That's right...

[Slim]
J.D. whats good?

[J.D]
Yeeah.. Who in the building?
Nigga I'm richer than a son bitch and still in a white tee
All flavors, bath in it
I'm cool on them Nikes
These niggaz wanna fight me cause all they hoes like me
Pockets filled with hundred dollar bills--in my white tee
Man how my ice be--dirty that ain't like me
You listening to the 2004 "Teddy Riley"
Pumping in my white tee, I do this all night B
Straight from 'College Park' and got Ms. Jackson as my wifey
Riding in my white tee, it's hard to be like me
Club hot as Fuck, shirt off in my wife beat
Young, fly and flashy
You know how my cash be
White tee, white whip-- everything nasty
Looking like I'm up in Heaven with it
One of the best that ever did it
Paper, paper, paper
I'm jus trying to get it, get it
In the box, in my white tee
Throwin back that the lock 3
Shorts, pair of socks-- flip-flops
In white my white tee

[Slim]
I got Jersey's buttoned up
White tees ballin'
I'm in V.I.P, where the rest of the stars at
Tee (?) chain over all of that
If I ain't a hot boy-- Then what do you call that?
On my beats be them bigsters
I lean 'cause I'm a gangster
You point, say they hot
My response will be thank you
Jeans gotta sag too, bop as I pass through
Short sleeves showin off my watch and my tattoos
Dark see doo-rag, hat's in the back too
Hoes on my clothes on a path to the bathroom
Dope boy fresh, and I don't wear 'Guess'
Got a dent from my chain, in the middle of my chest
And I airbrush white tees
Airbrush Nikes
I wear big, but I got a Air Force wifey
I'm white teed out
All you see is the bling, and on that boy shirt
It say Slim is my name

[Outro: Franchize]
In my white tee
Yup (In my white tee)
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)
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)

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