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on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

The boy and them white folks
I know her body right though
But she got nice throat
Ray a nigga like a bright hoe
So that's classy, crazy
And one with bad

It's a Boy

Slick Rick

The Ruler's Back

1991

a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy

[crying]

[Slick Rick]
Picture friends, milk and cookies, when you done wit the boys game
Toy playin,

like I made it cause the boy is going ham

You heard that I'm crazy, yeah crazy I am
Bang bang bang if you mess with the fam
Peter Parker smoked

They be like "There go that D-Rock Boy!"
Play around snatch his chain only choppa noise
A good guy Lee-Ray I'm not talking Coi
Blick Blick like Leray

a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us

Superman

Game

R.E.D. Files: The Prequel

2009

the D-boys do
Box it like Tarver, nigga I can see Roy, too
X-ray vision, I can see a decoy too
I'll bring the fuckin' Lions out like Detroit do
Yeah, die

Superman

DJ Bobby Black

Down and Dirty, Vol. 32

2008

the D-boys do
Box it like Tarver, nigga I can see Roy, too
X-ray vision, I can see a decoy too
I'll bring the fuckin' Lions out like Detroit do
Yeah, die

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

PAP3R Lyrics
By J-R

[Intro]
J-R uhhhhuhhh 
The money the power the hoes in that order money over bitches that’s order I don’t care what she want

the ropes now they just wanna wrestle you
Jr. make the beat, ok reloaded, then I execute
Pull up to the party by myself but I still left with you
Let em in

the Smith and

[Chorus]

D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
I'm a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie

It's sure

a bitch son
Big boy 37 like we Richard Nixon
Aye
We getting groovy
Chilling with yo girl now I'm sucking on her boobies
Like when Kim K Ray J made a movie
I

do me shady
She a bad bitch, no that bitch not
She a instagram thot who is known for her top
Ask J.R. that boy gon' say he'd a bop
Talk dumb get you

on reflections
No matter the score it’s another possession
Baby I’m sweating you know these ain’t tears, word, Losing you my only fear
Relationship threatened by

the blues too
A couple hoes n boats too

I got a couple bands just chillin by the hamstring
Wake up in the mornin money by the bed stand
OG told me focus

change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,

by the low got me feeling like Parker
They looked at me like I wasn't normal
Said I was average I got something for you
I told myself bro you gotta be

off a beanie
Feel just like royalty
Eating Rossini
My wife eating healthy
Grub on my zucchini
Surrounded by tigers
Feel like Dabo Swinney
Know I'm

gritty
That's why it's so therapeutic
And you know the flow like fluid
Leave a water boy vruin
Always under the influence
Catch me fresh up in the newest

MEAT IS ANOTHER MAN'S POISON 


 LYRICS BY PARKER ALLEN STANLEY

This is death at cha door bell
Ya bitch I'm going there
What's poppin?
Shots'll renden ya Bach like orivelle
Sting with tha ray it's not a corvette

a bad bitch that give me head right
Back to the rappin and trappin
Still bout that action, who askin?
SV, I grind with a passion 
Smoking grams straight