Man, that's a damn shame Bling blow, these diamonds hittin, in the fast lane
Dashboard, shit say 220, pray I don't crash mane, Feel like Max Payne
Black on black, I smoke the windows, feel like Bruce Wayne
Got a bad bitch head in my lap doin' her damn thing
If niggas trip, I flip the script and let these glizzy's bang
Just ask around, who run the town, they f*ckin' with that gang
They losin' all their clientele, guess I'm who to blame
Come join the set, they might as well, they'll never win
They makin' threats, know damn well, they'll never spin
Throwin' up the hood, where you from, you better represent
Had took this shit by Storm, they ain't even have to let us in
This shit straight out the mud, pussy nigga, I can't do no favors
They had to show some love to real niggas, it'd be hard to hate us
That lil ho pussy good, she my angel, Anita Baker
Tried to give her back, but she ain't wanna leave, it's hard to take her
Staying down till I came up, that's how I got that paper
Dead Man, walkin, talkin' down, he the undertaker
Backwood full of dope, this that Za, shit got hella flavor
I been movin' weight since flip phones, since I had the razor
Man, that's a damn shame, bling blow, these diamonds hittin' in the fast lane
Dashboard, shit say 220, pray I don't crash mane, Feel like Max Payne
Black on black, I smoke the windows, feel like Bruce Wayne
Got a bad bitch head in my lap doin' her damn thing
If niggas trip, I flip the script and let these glizzy's bang
Just ask around, who run the town, they f*ckin' with that gang
They losin' all their clientele, guess I'm who to blame
Come join the set, they might as well, they'll never win
They making' threats, know damn well, they'll never spin
Throwin' up the hood, where you from, you better represent
Had took this shit by Storm, they ain't even have to let us in
Loyal G - Bruce Wayne Lyrics
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Man, that's a damn shame Bling blow, these diamonds hittin, in the fast lane
Dashboard, shit say 220, pray I don't crash mane, Feel like Max Payne
Black on black, I smoke the windows, feel like Bruce Wayne
Got a bad bitch head in my lap doin' her damn thing
If niggas trip, I flip the script and let these glizzy's bang
Just ask around, who run the town, they f*ckin' with that gang
They losin' all their clientele, guess I'm who to blame
Come join the set, they might as well, they'll never win
They makin' threats, know damn well, they'll never spin
Throwin' up the hood, where you from, you better represent
Had took this shit by Storm, they ain't even have to let us in
This shit straight out the mud, pussy nigga, I can't do no favors
They had to show some love to real niggas, it'd be hard to hate us
That lil ho pussy good, she my angel, Anita Baker
Tried to give her back, but she ain't wanna leave, it's hard to take her
Staying down till I came up, that's how I got that paper
Dead Man, walkin, talkin' down, he the undertaker
Backwood full of dope, this that Za, shit got hella flavor
I been movin' weight since flip phones, since I had the razor
Man, that's a damn shame, bling blow, these diamonds hittin' in the fast lane
Dashboard, shit say 220, pray I don't crash mane, Feel like Max Payne
Black on black, I smoke the windows, feel like Bruce Wayne
Got a bad bitch head in my lap doin' her damn thing
If niggas trip, I flip the script and let these glizzy's bang
Just ask around, who run the town, they f*ckin' with that gang
They losin' all their clientele, guess I'm who to blame
Come join the set, they might as well, they'll never win
They making' threats, know damn well, they'll never spin
Throwin' up the hood, where you from, you better represent
Had took this shit by Storm, they ain't even have to let us in
Dashboard, shit say 220, pray I don't crash mane, Feel like Max Payne
Black on black, I smoke the windows, feel like Bruce Wayne
Got a bad bitch head in my lap doin' her damn thing
If niggas trip, I flip the script and let these glizzy's bang
Just ask around, who run the town, they f*ckin' with that gang
They losin' all their clientele, guess I'm who to blame
Come join the set, they might as well, they'll never win
They makin' threats, know damn well, they'll never spin
Throwin' up the hood, where you from, you better represent
Had took this shit by Storm, they ain't even have to let us in
This shit straight out the mud, pussy nigga, I can't do no favors
They had to show some love to real niggas, it'd be hard to hate us
That lil ho pussy good, she my angel, Anita Baker
Tried to give her back, but she ain't wanna leave, it's hard to take her
Staying down till I came up, that's how I got that paper
Dead Man, walkin, talkin' down, he the undertaker
Backwood full of dope, this that Za, shit got hella flavor
I been movin' weight since flip phones, since I had the razor
Man, that's a damn shame, bling blow, these diamonds hittin' in the fast lane
Dashboard, shit say 220, pray I don't crash mane, Feel like Max Payne
Black on black, I smoke the windows, feel like Bruce Wayne
Got a bad bitch head in my lap doin' her damn thing
If niggas trip, I flip the script and let these glizzy's bang
Just ask around, who run the town, they f*ckin' with that gang
They losin' all their clientele, guess I'm who to blame
Come join the set, they might as well, they'll never win
They making' threats, know damn well, they'll never spin
Throwin' up the hood, where you from, you better represent
Had took this shit by Storm, they ain't even have to let us in
Writer: Norman Sims
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid