
Dubstep Danny Brown (Ft. Scrufizzer)
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[Intro: Danny Brown]
I was thinking 'bout something, but I ain't worried 'bout nothing
Remember when I was struggling, fucked up on my knuckles
Tryna sell some dirt weed, taxing off a ten speed
Money wasn't coming, for sure nigga I kept fronting
[Hook: Danny Brown]
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
And I kept licking on that clit 'til she gave me that shit
I've been fucked up for so long, swear to God I gotta get it
I put my back into it, serving bags to them students
Tell 'em I got that fire on that porch right there by the Buick
I'm just tryna get my mind, go worry nigga 'bout yours
Rolling up that Swisher, pouring up a four
Serving in them hallways, the courtrooms all day
Hoods kicked the door down, now we in the Coney
I was thinking 'bout something, but I ain't worried 'bout nothing
Remember when I was struggling, fucked up on my knuckles
Tryna sell some dirt weed, taxing off a ten speed
Money wasn't coming, for sure nigga I kept fronting
[Hook: Danny Brown]
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
I had them dubs on the step
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
And I kept licking on that clit 'til she gave me that shit
I've been fucked up for so long, swear to God I gotta get it
I put my back into it, serving bags to them students
Tell 'em I got that fire on that porch right there by the Buick
I'm just tryna get my mind, go worry nigga 'bout yours
Rolling up that Swisher, pouring up a four
Serving in them hallways, the courtrooms all day
Hoods kicked the door down, now we in the Coney
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