DaBunni - 562 Anthem

You know the deal
It's Dabunni from 562
I'm from the LBC where B turn to C's and we mass produce G's
Niggahs stay doing dirt under these palm trees
It's Dabunni from the beach
Never carry glocks but you know I always bring the heat
Make yo niggah stop when he see me strutting down the street
Hoes bring a pad hopin and prayin that I teach
Cuz I got game for you young hoes
But they doubt it cuz I'm 25 years old
Doesn't matter since a youngin been stickin to code
Stayin 10 toes down in Louboutin soles
All my best friends blue and I ain't talking crip
They gravitate to me from your niggah wallet
I mean how tf you think I stay stylish
Got my own bag but I'm bout to blow all of his
I mean I told y'all I'm a bad bitch
I'm your niggahs new favorite rapper ho
Deal with it
You wanna win Dabunni heart well buy me some carrots
Make it ten or above to be sure that I wear it
Plottin on some money schemes and nah I'm not sharin
Wit no bum ass bitches who just grin and bear it
While I put bling on my necklace
Beamer checked off the list
Did it all by myself while you fuckin to Netflix
Just to get a two piece and a biscuit
Some three dolla lashes and a knock off fashion fit
See you and I is not the same sis (No we not the same)
Cuz I evolve and you complacent (Ho I'm switching lanes)
Always biting off another tip (Bitch you played I got game)
You dry as fuck cannot produce a drip (Yo style been lame)
Roll up your sleeves think a little bit
On how you could really get some ends
Without hoein or moving real funny
Then maybe you could be on the level of Dabunni

Written by:
Brittney Murphy

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