"I'm a Dboy" as written by Tristan Jones, Eric Barrier, Bryan Williams, William Griffin and Dwayne Carter....
Yeah
OK I'm strapped
Get 'em
Black hat, black shades, black diamonds oh behave
No he can't with the f***in' seats back
Got the paint job dope
In the f***in' seats cracked

[Chorus]
I'm a d-boy
B**** I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dope boy
I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm a d-boy
B**** I'm a d-boy
Ho I'm a dope boy
I got the scope in the Rov' for them jack-boys
I got money in my pocket
I got money in my block
I got the money in the power
I'm gone

Thinkin' of a masta' plan
I get money but I'm thinkin' of a fasta' plan
I'm tryin' to cash it in
I got five in the garbage can and the wrap saran
I need cash advance
See I know three sold
The other two a jam
I'm a sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot a** f***in' sedan
Windows rolled down no sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned
I ain't listenin' for s*** but sirens
I ain't tryin' to get to my ships sunk, f*** you pirates
I'll touch you cowards
It ain't nothin' to a boss
The n****s in the hood try'na floss and ya head gotta cost n****
Take a loss n****
S-S five five all black with the top chopped off that
Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
I ain't tryin' to prove nothin' I'm jus' tryin' to move somethin'

[Chorus]

See we cookin' up a thousand grams (thousand grams)
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans (pots and pans)
Triple color with the platinum jam
50 birds homeboy in the back of a van (b****)
A hundred grand in rubber bands (rubber bands)
We got them birds in the coffee cans (coffee cans)
We got the whips wit the extra clips
Got b****es outta state n****s flippin' them bricks
(Flippin' them bricks)
Been in the caddy been in the alley
N**** been on the block
Right in front of Mrs. Gladis
N**** know bout hustlin'
Know bout stuntin'
Did the curb servin' shined every summer (b****)
Been on front, been in the back
N**** roll wit' duct tape and ride wit' the mac
We see these haters like f*** them n****s
We made men millionaires, hustlin's our nature

[Chorus]

Eight A.M. open my eyes
Yeah kick my b**** tell her open the blinds
And I'm, over the stove at nine
Yeah I'm cookin' breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine
Yeah quick line in the bathroom before we bounce
Not me I mean her she go a day a ounce (damn)
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for her
I'm gettin' dough I'm a paper-boy I will take ya
For the right paper-boy I will take her
Shake her, tape her, waist up
Send her to the money she be back before I wake up
Get cha cake up
Y'all n****s lame ducks
Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin' the game up
My name Wayne what
Hot boy flame up
You n****s tryin' to change up and I'm gettin' my change up

[Chorus]


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"I'm a Dboy" as written by Bryan Williams Dwayne Carter

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