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j. stalin - d-boy blues كلمات الأغنية

[intro]

[verse 1]
no diploma, the corner was my high school
born on the curb something that the ghetto made
jump off the coast selling dope in the 7th grade
where i’m from you wasn’t sh-t if you wasn’t paid
i watched the cocaine spread like aids
hustlers trying to survive the task force raids
playing with aks trying to get out the projects
n-gga get outa line they pop him like some latex
practice counting money like a n-gga practice safe s-x
ever since i was introduced to ice cream
always kept a choppa, a connect, and a triple-beam
pulling all nighters i never was into chasing dreams
hit a n-gga up like the did my little cousin reem
captain of the cream team, grinding under the full moon
these n-ggas snitching that’s why they faker than cartoons
i put them in the air like a f-cking helium balloon

[hook x2]
the whips is new, the banger is used
keep stacking on them i don’t catch a d-boy blues
keep dumping on they -ss till the clips is gone
hold down my set n-gga rep my home

[verse 2]
why the first of the month my favorite time of the year?
sitting on the fiend porch till the mail get here
i hustle hard, you b-tch n-ggas pathetic
mad cause i’m collecting ten-thousand in credit sale
i’m just like gregory i get it like my pappy
for years i wasn’t happy growing up in the projects
n-gga my money used to be little like an insect
i turned into a racist only cause i love this green
graduated from digitals no more triple-beams
those were the finer things that came from peruvian
if you don’t like my lifestyle then f-ck you n-gga sue me then
you wanna f-ck with the game then we’ll chop you in
go against the flame motherf-cker you will never win
r.i.p baby chains, r.i.p lil’ twin
i’ma keep it stacking till i see hopefully y’all again
throw your -sses back in as soon as you get out the pen

[hook x2]
the whips is new, the banger is used
keep stacking on them i don’t catch a d-boy blues
keep dumping on they -ss till the clips is gone
hold down my set n-gga rep my home

[verse 3]
i’ve seen em go, selling grams to collecting cans
i just pray to god that he help me be a better man
cause when it come to the game n-gga i overstand
only thing on my mind be them rubber bands
learn how to cook grams, c0ke taste like candy yams
little n-gga moving with a 30 d-ck
told the man he could front the whole brick
if worse come to worse n-gga i ain’t bringing back sh-t
this is for a broke b-tch, cl-ss is in session
i could show you how to stack money in a depression
live wire records ain’t going through a recession
counting my blessings before i hit the street tonight
hoping i don’t ever end up on a crack pipe
stuck in the game n-gga still selling all white
cypress village where i learned the whips soft
and 10th street n-ggas where i got it all off

[hook x2]
the whips is new, the banger is used
keep stacking on them i don’t catch a d-boy blues
keep dumping on they -ss till the clips is gone
hold down my set n-gga rep my home

- j stalin

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