Caribbean Second Line - The New Birth Brass Band

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) (HardBody) Yeah Fuck his family, let him second line I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a drac' in mine I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (Red, uh) It's a bag on they head Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (Bitch, uh) Fuck them niggas make 'em second line (Baow, baow, baow) Fuck a hater, cross the line, and get your mind wiped Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride to make sure that it's done right Still thuggin', still posted in the cut I just bought the block, bitch that was us, yeah Hit him in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp do (Yeah, yeah) Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real mood (Yeah, yeah) Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more (One more) I just snapped his partner, now I'm lookin' for the huncho Let the bands play (Woo) How the fuck I end up first, I was in last place? (Yeah) Lil boy, I hopped out of jail and bought another drac' Niggas know they play me, They see an early grave (Baow, baow, baow, grrrrah) Yeah Fuck his family, let him second line I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a drac' in mine I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (Red, uh) It's a bag on they head Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (Bitch, uh) Fuck them niggas make 'em second line (Baow, baow, baow) We gon' bring the chops out Every time the drop ball (Yeah, yeah) I hear a tickin' on his head, that nigga a cop though Bad bitch in my DM, wanna fuck her but she opt out They play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college drop out I pop pills, I'm a Perculator (Woo) And you ain't gangsta, blood, your momma cuz she raised a faker A hunnid rounds, I crossed your more times than the fuckin' Lakers (Baow, baow, baow) The judge labeled me a menace, I ain't even stable Rock you like a traitor, nigga Yeah Fuck his family, let him second line I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a drac' in mine I'ma put that nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow) Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (Red, uh) It's a bag on they head Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (Bitch, uh) Fuck them niggas make 'em second line (Baow, baow, baow) (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) (HardBody)

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