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Frayser Boy Gone On That Bay

went out a town for the weekend She knew the buisness, while she gone a nigga creepin Her friends knockin on the door knowin that she gone Im like "if Tasha knock on

live Hand-lin' that, fuck with the gat Don't cross me, what's up with that Blown a-way, so don't hate Fi-nal-ly here, gone on that bay Tryin to get a

tickin, when I mob down your street Ain't no forgettin, no bullshittin, on my lap is that heat I'm in the Bay, that gun don't play, sittin on some Giovanni

no bitch can relate to that Throught he good and the bad ima have his back So ima tell you young niggaz in the streets today That be standing on the block, smoke chokin that

You'll think Crunchy Black is a bully 'Cause I leave niggaz stankin' like pussy So gone on nigga with that fuckin' bullshit CB and Frayser Boy we let

(feat. Lil' Wyte) Bay area, bay area... [repeat till frayser boy starts] [Frayser Boy] Allow me to introduce myself two tenty one seventy six Busted

actin like he buff he know that I'm the frayser boy, nigga with the major toy have ya needy bleedin from a slice from a racer boy real nigga on the scene

pick him Roley on his wrist, shoes on his whip, got me scoopin' Gotta catch his ass all alone is what I'm hoping Got that fuckin Glock, got it fuckin cocked, thats