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Concrete Boys
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PlaqueBoyMax
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(And the winner is)
(Concrete)
Yeah (phew), yeah (phew, phew)
I'm a five-star Concrete Boy
Sip tata, pull a bad bitch for a side bar (what?)
He a opp, pull out the spikes (phew)
Ten chains on, changin' the lights
And we all keep a blick, we don't fight (yeah)
Keep a dyke with me, she pipe (yeah)
My cup dark as the Snipes (yeah)
My bitch home high as a kite (yeah)
It's probably a Perc', her vice (yeah)
I rather codeine with the ice (what?)
My diamonds, it's bigger than- (yeah)
My diamonds, it's bigger than rice (yeah)
My dog here with me, no lice (urgh)
Big mansion, came from the mice (phew)
I do a ho V-103 (103)
I'm quick to let a bitch go (go)
I got residue stuck in the cup (okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (okay)
Make a threat, and I promise, won't sweat at all
One hand motion, tell them to go (vrr)
Go (phew), go (phew), go (phew), go (vrr)
Two chains on me on the strip (okay)
Two guns made me walk with a limp (pow-pow)
I got bitches galore, I'm a pimp (what else?)
Don't compare me to them boys, simp (phew)
This shit big, put it on a blimp (okay)
40 bands on me, Shawn Kemp (frr)
Me and my dogs locked in to the end
We stuck together, Veneer temps ('03)
I'm quick to let a bitch go (go)
I got residue stuck in the cup (okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (okay)
I'm quick to let a bitch go
One hand motion, tell them to go (vrr)
Go (phew), go (phew), go (phew), go, go
I step trim, my bitch trim (brr)
Invade that nigga block, Invader Zim
I got a Glock, I don't fade with him
Can't pay him attention, can't pay his rent
Got me bent, broke-ass ho can't get a cent
My teeth diamonds implanted in it
Volume two, we been planning this shit
Out in the house, fuck it, empty the clip
Don't even trip, just plead the fifth
I had a six, but I poured me a fifth
Five-star hoes, I got Max in here
She got 2T on her lip
My house nice, no moodboard
Dubbing your bitch 'cause I'm not in the mood for it
Don't know my name, just call me the groove boy
Huh, If the glove fit, I can't lose out or miss
W's in chat, go big body Benz
Nothing through the Scat the whip all got pressure for the flat
But the 'Crete staying always on ten
My timing is perfect, I move with precision
Pressure make diamonds, I'm cool with the tension
Never had a stylist, I swear I've been different
We flexing our muscles like we finish lifting
Big buds only, not smoking, no midget
No budget, my pockets is fat, DJ Mustard
Know them boys tender, they flock, they busters
Roll me a joint, and I go get lifted
Hop in the whip, and I might start drifting
First round five-star, boy been committed
Ay, Chat, thanks for another ten gifted
'Crete lifestyle, Volume two, this shit different
I'm quick to let a bitch go (go)
I got residue stuck in the cup (okay)
I lean like I'm missing a toe (okay)
I'm quick to let a bitch go
One hand motion, tell them to go (vrr)
Go (phew), go (phew), go (phew), go, go