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Hot Boys You Dig

after song, you dig Niggaz done gave me the green light you know it's on, you dig Believe you gon hear Juvenile after he gone, you dig Ain't got no beef

song, you dig Niggaz done gave me the green light you know it's on, you dig Believe you gon hear Juvenile after he gone, you dig Ain't got no beef wit

really, wanna zigga zigga, ah! If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends Make it last forever, friendship never ends If you wanna be my lover, you

An open and shut situation Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me Because the shit that I

up info on where you hide yo doe an indo guess what you in for you bout to find out that shit we in, we all contenders you don't know, you seen

missing, your boys are crying Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the chinks are buying Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free If you master fronting

to break laws Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war I got somethin' for you boys in blue The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you

Mutsi, they soldiers You come short in my hood, then you get delt with We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit We throw it off like

runnin apperatus Entire industry lookin at us Memouaires of a, Don figga, numba one nigga Had you on the run nigga, stackin funds nigga We go on the road, when the you jiggy you