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Yo, they call me DJBossPlayer (Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hoes) The hottest DJ in College Park history (All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah) Right now, I'm bringin' you the chosen one Out of Gaithersburg, Maryland (Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hoes) Eighteen projects over ten years (All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah) We're takin' it back to the basement (Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hoes) Big Lenbo, C Dot Castro, the one and only 6ix (All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah) And the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T., Logic (Suicide my doors, fuckin' all these hoes) It's 2011, y'all! (All my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah) Yeah, uh Back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat Motherfucker don't—, back to the—, back to the— Back to the beats, back to the streets, back with the heat Motherfucker don't rap, but discrete I pack heat, drop bars at U Street Float like a genie and I'm talkin' bars in Bohemian Bitches are here to be screamin', Bobby in the basement, dreamin' Me and my homies, we schemin', tryna get a dollar, we fiendin', ah I'm just tryna get it for the EBT, bitch, real niggas never switch I run the game, like a Switch, used to bust tables, just for the tips Now these bitches beggin' me for the tip of my dick Watch out, I punch and roll over the kick I got more stories than Slim, I got more stories than Rick Motherfucker, take your— Letras de cancionesPick me out of that lineup Did the crime, yeah, now my time's up Got out the box and I got in my bag Now all of these bad bitches try and fuck 'Cause I'm pullin' up in the—, what the fuck is that? Comin' from where I'm from, gotta tuck the strap Nuck, if you buck, if you bust, I'm bustin' back No, I don't trust enough, 'cause my love is tapped Say that she want it to last, good luck with that Bitch, I just want the rasp, can't text you back 'Cause my thumbs are too numb, I've been thumbin' through cash You niggas is bums, you rummage through trash Throw a couple ones in your cup, then I dash I'm one of one, but not the one that you wanna try to run up Run up and I get you done up When the summer come, you know I'ma sun up Swear on my son and son, just for the come-up Need another lump, been fuckin' these blunts up Looked at the gun, just for fuckin' my fun up Pumpin' your guns, motherfucker, just shut up Who fuckin' with that? I'm ready to bat All about peace, so I stay with a gat I stay strapped, but not for no money, I'm takin' it back No takin' it from me, you know it's a fact I stay with the honeys up in that Impala, you wanna just holler I stay with the bread, I stay with the toast You motherfuckers out here doin' the most We do it for real, you front for the post (Yeah) Y'all niggas is gross Man, fuck all that other shit that nigga talkin' 'bout (Talkin' 'bout) Don't try to catch me in Vic, I'ma chalk 'em out (Blaow) Beefin' is beefin', it ain't shit to talk about I want the smoke, you want the smoke (Smoke) I got a hundred-round drum in the chop' And this shit get to rockin' when I get the load (Brr) I might just run up a hundred And book me a nigga and really pull up to his show (Go) You niggas must be mistaken The fuck is you takin', you thinkin' 'bout robbin' me? No (Bitch, no) I'm with my youngins and we gettin' money (Money) They shoot, it mean nothin', I got it, you want it (Phew) Just comin' in bricks Smokin' three-hundred to ship, I got your house on my wrist (Phew) Only the rich, so I might bounce in a minute (Minute) She call me "Babe" and I'm in it (In it) I really get it, all of this money I'm spendin' I act like this shit ain't no limit (Whoa) Bitch, I'm with the gang, I'm all over guys (Guys) Just look in my eyes, you see that I'm high (High) I'ma roll up with slime (Slime), you might see a .9 (.9) I really come put this fact shit on your mind The shit that I'm drinkin', three-hundred a line But you gotta suck it, you not even tryin' (Muah) Meet me in a second, I'm pressin' for time Hold up, slutty boy gon' go die, bitch {Yeah, hmm} Who real as they come? (Who real as they come?) Been here a minute, but still isn't done Estate won't be finishin' killin' the rhyme Can't handle my business, my feelings are done Came out the mud, so the ceilin' is nothin' 3-0-1, where I'm from Make a wrong turn, get killed with the pon Young ADÉ, they know my name, in 2011, had feelin' the front Now I'm in back of the back My hat to the back, which other half is some Yak She throwin' it back like Manning, I'm plannin' on givin' her back Now how you gon' act? Do it too big, can't minimize that I live in iMacs, I'm gettin' my scratch Life is a bitch, make her sit in my lap, I finished my rap From Letras Mania