Y.D.B.

By Flawdzilla

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[Intro]

Six Oh Tres


[Verse 1]

Presidents all on my paper

Paper all over the place

Nigga, I'm down for whatever

You don't got my cheddar

You better move out of the states

Let me explain

I'll bring you the pain

Need more than the Ibuprofen

You Smokey, You funny

You play with my money

You playing with my emotions

Nigga's like oh no

Cause I bring the thunder

No OKC

Like jo jo

Nigga I'm loco

For the cream break your whole team

Like a beam in the dojo

I give no shits

My dicks so big

Could replace a light pole with my scrotum

The kid's so sick when I spit so quick

Flows so ice cold that it go numb

We fly nigga I'm a G-I

A-N-T, Need to yell fee-fi

Fo-fum lil' nigga you knee high

Mad cause I got a buzz like a beehive

Shout outs to my niggas in the 6-0

I put on for my got damn region

Don't know how it feels

Not to grind from the god damn morning

To the got damn evening

Feeling forsaken cause I haven't made it

Pray it comes soon but I'm patient

Hearing your statements

But I ain't faded

Nigga I'm immune to hating

See the fear in your faces

Make a nigga fade away

Like the moon when it's waning

It's pretty clear that I laced this

If your trying to hear more stay tuned to the station