D-Boy lyrics

[Hook]
I'm coming off the westside, where n*ggas on the fresh sh*t
But catch me on the eastside with some b*tches you mess can't with
I'm a Detroit Player, stacking my paper
Stacking so high need a f*cking elevator
I'm a D-Boy, I'm a I'm a D-Boy
I'm a D-Boy, I'm a I'm a D-Boy
I'm a D-Boy, I'm a I'm a D-Boy
I'm a D-Boy, I'm a I'm a D-Boy

[Verse 1: HBK]
I'm a D n*gga keep it G n*gga
I'm getting it, can't you see n*gga
These white Diamonds like a key n*gga
But this yellow ice like pee n*gga
2 Chainz I'm on three n*gga
I'm who your lil brother wanna be n*gga
If I'm not in your girl I'm in the street n*gga
40 cal don't try to creep n*gga
Sleep n*gga, you a weak n*gga
Dough Boyz is not to be f*cked with
She ignorin your calls and playin with my balls
And doin it all while she suck di*k
I'm on Sussex on the west side
But my east side b*tch rollin with me
I f*ck her good and I throw her a fifty
Then drop her off then my soldier with me
I don't trust a soul, cause in the D is cold
But not that cold cause I be wearing minks
Tippin hoes when I walk in Sphinx
Your b*tch drunk cause I bought the drinks
Give her a wink and I make her smile
Girls wanna f*ck cause I be making thous
Top down at Belle Isle, all I'm hearing is b*tches yell out
There go Big Sean, there go the kid, them n*ggas doin it big
They'll take your b*tch and show her how life is supposed to be live
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[Verse 2: SayItAintTone]
Three Cellphones and them b*tches work (I say)
Louis with the Gucci n*ggas say I'm perpin ( I say)
AK-47 b*tch I need a turban (I say)
Lambo on The Lodge b*tch you see me SWIRVIN (VROOM)

[Verse 3: Dusty McFly]
Everynight I count up with a cold b*tch I must say
RORO with a crushface, my old ho got the crushface
Make the the doe at the day, I can feed the whole hood b*tches
How you n*ggas gettin money and your whole hood snitchin
Don't be watching the television, but it's flats in every room
D-Boy of the year, b*tch I got plaques in every room
Got a strap in every room, stacking dough until I'm rich
Couple duffle's double flipped, got them Russians on my di*k
I feel like Maserati Rick in '85, Grey Poupon
On my motherf*ckin sandwich ho, cuttin up some cantaloupe
While a super bad Spanish b*tch kiss on my pinky
Gave her a pink stinky and make her get kinky I'm out here!

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[Verse 4: Big Sean]
Man I'm just west-side reppin, bad b*tch undressing (do it)
East-side connected, holler if you need connections
Boi, I'm fresh up that mille, you know I'm reppin that 7 (yup)
Bought my mom new a crib, to show that she can be alive and see heaven
Fur coat I'm Chewbacca, drunk off Rose and Vodka
Saw them n*ggas talking sh*t, so I beat they ass and f*ck my new watch up (God damn!)
I'm a Detroit Player
They gon' have to put me next to Barry Sanders and Isaiah
No hand outs, tell these n*ggas all pay up
Cause they ain't gave me sh*t when was broke and on the way up
And I made it, cash out, D girl ass out
Hood n*ggas, army guns bussin like they the Black ops (oh god!)
Your girlfriend love the ride don't she?
With my di*k out, I might let her put some miles on it
Got all my leather put some milles on it (swirv)
Say I don't rep the D that's the dumbest sh*t
You seen them Carties whippin out on 106...(b*tch)
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