Nappy Boy Or Die lyrics

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Yeah Pree Ringz
We Going In
I'm going in Nappy Boy Bitch
Or die

Dammmnn


Ay Ay Thr33 Ringz nigger
I got my man young cash here reppin duvade county man
This is ya Tallahassee's homes here you no what this is right cheer
Nappy Boy
Ay
Bitch I use to roll on ridge road niggers use to call me cornbread I walk up on a nigger like
YOU GOIN EAT YO CORN BREAD!
But you can call me teddy p e n d e r a z d to the o u n
Oh no you didn't you stealing my shit acting like I owe you ends yo niggers wanna battle me don't ya well the feeling's neutral I'm a tell ya like this here I like ya and I won't ya I'm bad bitch don't even act like you've been on my block I'll cut ya lil lady in half with my due cock she said I do alot way more then you can the Chevy flip flop that bitch look like a toucan that's in fruit loops and a gate parade my lyrics hard as a bitch I'm harder to raid for game I found out I'm to real these fake niggers better chill and that's just how I feel
MOTHERFUCKA I'm REAL


We go hard and the pain don't lie
Everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die
NAPPY BOY!
And everywhere we go we to fly
And everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die
NAPPY BOY
You going top boy
And I'm a tell ya why
Cause everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die
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NAPPY BOY
And we believe that the limit is the sky
So everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die


Young Cash is a beast
You can call me wilder
I got a bunch of bricks
Call me a builder
They say it's summer time
I say that it's winter
Cause there's so much snow in my house like December
Rappers are pretenders they are not trill
I'm the real deal like Evander Holyfield
Young cash said better take it to the bank fuck a pussy nigga up then blame it on the drank
Blame it on the tank
Cause I'm hot like a pilot
I'm smoking on the purple or better yet
VIOLET!
Nigger's get silent when they see them nappy boy's cause behind young cash is them
TRIGGER HAPPY BOY'S!
(Gun Shot's)
Like trick daddy said I ain't rick Ross homie but I'm bout that gun play
G5 taking of on that runway Champaign glass dress clean like Easter Sunday


We go hard and the pain don't lie
Everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die
NAPPY BOY!
And everywhere we go we to fly
And everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die
NAPPY BOY
You going top boy
And I'm a tell ya why
Cause everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die
NAPPY BOY
And we believe that the limit is the sky
So everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die