Search results for 'Datboy'

the beat, I never heard of a bong

How we rap, Candies and Datboy, we drop bombs
I mean that, the rap sheet packed with top songs
This beat pack Miami, Da Kid

the Texaco
With the X and O's
Had to think fast
Damn I hate to let you know
Hate to let you go
In and out the 214
DATboy turned to Lone
Had to get it on my own

the back
Grip bum
Hit her with the K Kutta
Lum Lum

Datboy still pop out
With bape
Mac 11 ducked off
In the safe
Told my killers pull up on me
With the K
I

А, а! 
(Эй е*ать!) 
Datboy bitch! 
(Это разъ*б!) 
Антихайп сука! (Антихайп!) 
Шиппер-TOWN, Ренессанс! 
(Это Рома магёт (?), хаха!) 
Я, я! Bitch!

bitch up
Run up them bucks
You ain’t talking that cash Then nigga shut the fuck up
Dat life we right here “yeah”
FTM the click we right here “yeah”
DaTBoY

trackhawk, I'm in that big tonka
Whipping that bitch on God
I don't even be driving no car
Lil vio! on par, I swear INF going up
Y.B.B., Jay, Datboy Tai,

on the gas
And I got enough room in the whip, need a map

Datboy Deebs made 'em have a heart attack
My rap so clean like I don't make explicit tracks
On go,

filled with my banners

Phantom engine roarin', king the jungle, I'm that and some
Ya girl sound like my grandma sayin' "Datboy, he so handsome"
Fly like

дорога наче McLaren
Я пишу бари, поки ти ходиш на пари
Я видихаю ці хмари

Куплет MadamPrime

Yah, Amiri jeans low
Wow, зі мною мій G, datboy
Yeah (Yeah)

Sleepin on me, don't need no xan
Mm mm
9 up on my waist
They know Datboy Haze
Chop shit wit that K
Burn a opp down, we want his face
Studda when they catch

Who own all these hoes
That be passing me
Who’s Datboy
From the city’s
What they asking me


When I pull up onna
Bitch nigga
HOLLA
..YOU
DONT
WANT
SMOKE