This D lyrics

by

Kurupt


[Verse 1: Av LMKR]
I'm just out here doing my sh*t
I got the whole hood yelling out, calling you a b*tch
So I ain't even got to say my name
I ain't do a number, repping my gang

Like Comptown city, Comptown city
Love for the Bloods like it's Bomptown with me
I f*ck with the real ones, trust me
I voice for the hood so the real ones love me

Been a G since birth and I bang now
Left out a little money then I came back
Linked up with the homies on the same track
You got kicked out the hood, never came back

Ass n*gga, weird ass n*gga
You talking all loud, we don't hear that n*gga
And tell these b*tches I'm a thug fasho
That's how it go, we don't love these hoes

[Hook]
I'd rather give you this di*k
This di*k, this di*k, straight up
I'd rather give you this di*k
Why you bullsh*ttin', I tell her baby why you bullsh*ttin'

I'd rather give you this di*k
This di*k, this di*k, straight up
I'd rather give you this di*k
So why you bullsh*ttin', I tell her baby why you bullsh*ttin'

[Verse 2: Young Sam]
Put a eighth in the blunt, riding the foreign
My new b*tch foreign and your new b*tch boring
The weed loud and my b*tch too bad
Smoking, f*cking, and popping these tags

What that sh*t do, real hair, make her
Scuff your b*tch like the police, I'm a b*tch taker
Riding in the scraper with a scraper
Smoking on papers, get paper

South Central repping through a [?] city
I like my girls with fat asses and big titties
Red bones and Spanish chicks
One thing in common, they all suck di*k

Every time we on a song, this gon' be a hit
No you can't kiss my lips but you can kiss my di*k
I like my girls ratchet
f*ck her in the back seat, continue on the mattress

[Hook]

[Verse 3: DJ Turf]
[?], police
Ain't nothing change but the Rolly
[?] down the streets, smoking OG
Bad little b*tch, come approach me

I'm blowing all trees, gotdamn a n*gga high
Bend that pus*y over, pull them panties to the side
I'd rather give you di*k 'cause I know you really need it
So quit with the slick talking, acting all conceited, f*ck b*tch

Every time I see you, you be stuck b*tch
Sipping on lean with the blunt b*tch
n*ggas know me, I got hella hoes
OG in my lungs, yeah I'm hella blown

Turnt up, faded to the max though
I throw a hundred dollar bill down her as*h*le
I give you di*k 'til you say "no"
You ain't getting nothing else 'til I say so

[Hook]
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