Dyin Wit Cha Boots On lyrics

Dyin Wit Cha Boots On lyrics

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Dyin Wit Cha Boots On lyrics

Send "Dyin Wit Cha Boots On" Ringtone to your Cell Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, shit`s gettin hard now These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas Simply cause these niggas got bank accounts that`s bigga I just can`t get no peace from u motherfuckin rollers Everytime I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me over I`m sick of motherfuckers who be checkin Whitey`s coke tip Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me bout` dope sip Niggas just take your cut and get yo ass out my face The only thing you probably get from me is a cock sucking pistol case Unless you plan on plantin a lil` somethin in my shit Just because you ain`t got shit, bitch Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure That they can fuck with a million dolla nigga They got u mixed up, fixed up in the Segas, shookin Indo Getting fucked up in the gank hole The only way you`ll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that Motherfucker And we choke the motherfucker (Me Stuck the motherfucker!) So when you hear my song and wanna get it on You better come prepared motherfucker. You dyin wit cha boots on. Chorus: Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your hood Dyin wit cha boots on Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your hood Yeah Interlude(prison guard talkin` to inmate): Guard: Do you know how many years you`re facin inside? 25 to life and that`s on the real So you better snitch on your partner Inmate: Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain`t goin out by myself. Niggas getting caught, doin time so they snitchin They pickin niggas up on funky suspicion We`ll be goin down for some questionin we think And end up gettin hit wit the fuckin kitchen sink Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin wondering If they got some unsolved murders then give them some of them Just because we`re niggas and they figure we`re no smarter We sell each other albums, start frattin our partners They start bringin up shit that happened back in 85 And then comes the largest jury bitch they fuckin time You might as well play the state Cos you come to day for day And sellin out your homeboys ain`t the shit Cos ya`ll gon have to die in this bitch, bitch Lobbin wit cha white suit on And dyin wit cha motherfuckin boots on Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on ya hood Send " Dyin Wit Cha Boots On" Ringtone to your Cell Dyin Wit Cha Boots On lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Dyin Wit Cha Boots On lyrics @ ELyrics | Dyin Wit Cha Boots On lyrics @ Kovideo | Geto Boys Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Dyin Wit Cha Boots On lyrics @ Songlyrics | Dyin Wit Cha Boots On lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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