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da man - dee lee lyrics

[chorus]
you would think i had a fan, how i up and let it blow
‘lotta shots up in this can, fill a n*gga up with holes
gotta chance to be the man, i ain’t stoppin’, i’m on go
i ain’t stuntin’ what they sayin’, ’cause they hatin’, yeah, i know
i got some brothers swingin’ bubba, got some brothers slangin’ dope
see, you in trouble if you think you finna kick down this door
like a bubble, how you get yo’ ass popped?, lose your soul
can’t start a hustle, gettin’ guala is all them young n*ggas know

[verse]
say, it’s cold out here, better go and grab a coat
and it’s some hoes out here that’ll have a tag on yo’ toe
n*ggas troll out here, have yo’ ass with them folks
never know out here, so you better stay afloat
been ran through that b*tch and he be braggin’ on that hoe
they say lil’ quaz with the sh*t, i still be snappin’ on the low
i’m in traffic catchin’ z’s cause i done poured me up a 4
ain’t no actin’ with that heat, but i keep that b*tch fosho
i’m a slim pimp, got these b*tches thinkin’ that they mines
but they not, these hoes be trippin’, say i’m always on they mind
don’t matter if yo’ cousin rico, boy, you still gon’ feel this iron
better be on defense, them shooters comin’ frontline
say i need to buy a clock, they had told me it’s my time
‘member posted on the block, sellin’ rock, mixin’ dimes
i’on need no bitter thot, i need a b*tch fine as wine
‘lotta prayers sent to god and he finally sent my sign, hey
[chorus]
you would think i had a fan, how i up and let it blow
‘lotta shots up in this can, fill a n*gga up with holes
gotta chance to be the man, i ain’t stoppin’, i’m on go
i ain’t stuntin’ what they sayin’, ’cause they hatin’, yeah, i know
i got some brothers swingin’ bubba, got some brothers slangin’ dope
see, you in trouble if you think you finna kick down this door
like a bubble, how you get yo’ ass popped?, lose your soul
can’t start a hustle, gettin’ guala is all them young n*ggas know

[verse 2]
say he from the southside, so why he always on that no’?
cuz he a real street n*gga, trappin’ hard that’s all he know
aye, real street n*gga, still be trappin’ at the store
aye, real street n*gga, came a long way from cho’s
now he chillin’ in that water ’till we come and sink his boat
how i bag a n*gga ass, you’d think i was a billy goat
she like, “quaz, eat this cat”, i’m like don’t be no silly hoe
i refuse to eat yo’ p*ssy, but i can suck a titty though
why he think he ’bout it, ’bout it, cause he gotta pole
say it’s bread on his head, spot ’em and that boy is toast
meari, boy i love you, i just gotta let you know
it’s real steppas in that field for you, finna up that score
aye, free my brother zay, he keep that sh*t, went double o
real steppa ’till this day, and sh*t that you will never know
movin’ careful wit’ my flame, i ain’t tryna get wrote
crackers tryna take a n*gga out the game like a coat
street n*gga, you can catch me trappin’ in the same clothes
street n*gga, screamin’ f*ck a natt b*tch and stank hoe
aye, can you swing a o?, if not then i can’t lil’ bro
yeah, my money long, but i prefer to see it grow
quaz, boy you funny, yeah, take me as a joke
look, just don’t be around me if i’m ever goin’ broke
if you ain’t in my circle, ion care to cut yo’ throat
real sh*t, jit these facts, write it down, take some notes

- dee lee lyrics

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