Lyrics DBangz – Class Is In Session
Text:
DBangz:
I’m teaching lessons, correcting
And I don’t hold Smith and Wessons
I grind for texts in my messages
Go spend a cheque on some excrement
My whole room filled with excellence
Speak the words that fucking slap
I go get mad and then
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Pencil swifter than slicing metal
To ice in the rink
I got bars hotter and colder than the ice in my drink
Watch me break up a Ziggy
And these hoes fucking with me
I’ve been living a lot
Like white boys in the city
I’m no Afro-American
Please don’t put me with that
I’m light-skinned
I just tell the cop «Don’t shoot me with that»
Bitch you know it’s ‘Lil Cumstain
All my groupies is fat
And I shoot in her eye
I’m the dude with his guys
Got my crowbar
And some left out meat in the night
Your hoe be fucking with me
Guess you ain’t beating it right
And I skeet on my sheet
Not vegetables
My friends freestyle to beats in my car
J Norm:
I was lost for a minute
But I’m back now
The undisputed cash cow
That makes cats growl and
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But I’d never been amazed
‘Till I heard God say «Wow
What the hell are you doing
These stupid dreams you’re pursuing
They’re gonna leave you in ruin
You can smell the veins
Leaking out your beanie»
Here we go again
Always on my dick
I ain’t the one eating all the damn fruit, it’s that chick
So seductive she convinced the priest to hit a lick
Niggas she fuck with
Spread the rare seed
So guess where they put the stick?
She a nasty bitch, anonymous
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My niggas is the opposite of rich
Let a nigga beat her ass
And didn’t even flinch
Hate to put her past on blast
When she saw my niggas then I came fast
She’s a train crash
Watch out for the STD if you ever smash
And make sure yo’ ass last
She coming for your cash
You better hide your stash and wear a mask
To hide the shame from all the dirt she threw on my name
But it’s cool though
She put me on game and now I’ll never be the same
Next bitch my game’s dying
Watch, think I’m playing?
