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Stay In Washington Video (MV)




Performed By: B-Jay Banks
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: B. Williams




B-Jay Banks - Stay In Washington Lyrics




I'm from D.C.
Of course my takes the guns off the streets
Recycles them, and sells them back to the streets so they can murder again
Duh

Spin this whip and then I park it
Whip this mix up til it hardens
Flip the switch and I hit my target
I kept telling them don't bother
Cause I won't stop once it get started
All my old hoes say I'm toxic
Take that to the game and charge it
I'm like
I'm nothing like what you know
I'm quite the opposite
I'm raised by the drug dealers
And niggas known for dropping shit
You die here in D.C., you better,
Stay your ass in Washington where
They sell them guns back to the streets
After they charge the Men

Aye Cutta
Let's go push this loadie bro
I heard they dropping in
Got bro right here on call
I'm on the way
Let's see if he drop a ten
I'm known to pop my shit all over these beats
It ain't no arguments
It's only flame emojis
Like they all think I'm some arsonist
Big stepper
Oh you thought my last shit was a hit
Man I could've did better
Found out that my dog was flawed
So that friendship I did sever
Had wild nigga tendencies for a minute
He should've hit better
Young nigga had great untapped potential
Now he a cig wetter
My little sister going down a long road
But shit I did tell her
Big bro can't come and save you
If they take you down to that pig cellar
Yeah I said I'd slow down with this spliff
But I still inhale her
It's 1600 Q
The home of getting money and chin checkers
With this game I got a vendetta
These niggas never been
But I never been better
Think y'all should pay me for my endeavors
I don't take them serious
They just being clever
We the trend setters
If you ask me

Spin this whip and then I park it
Whip this mix up til it hardens
Flip this switch and I hit my target
I kept telling them don't bother
Cause I won't stop once it get started
All my old hoes say I'm toxic
Take that to the game and charge it
I'm like
I'm nothing like what you know
I'm quite the opposite
I'm raised by the drug dealers
And niggas known for dropping shit
You die here in D.C
You better Stay your ass in Washington

Man yeah this ain't what you saw on TV
With all of them congressmen and monuments
It's love here
But the murder rate's astonishing
I feel like Tharpe, don't tip which spot I'm in
See it's a difference in D.C. and Washington
But I'mma let you ponder it
Nah for real
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I'm from D.C.
Of course my takes the guns off the streets
Recycles them, and sells them back to the streets so they can murder again
Duh

Spin this whip and then I park it
Whip this mix up til it hardens
Flip the switch and I hit my target
I kept telling them don't bother
Cause I won't stop once it get started
All my old hoes say I'm toxic
Take that to the game and charge it
I'm like
I'm nothing like what you know
I'm quite the opposite
I'm raised by the drug dealers
And niggas known for dropping shit
You die here in D.C., you better,
Stay your ass in Washington where
They sell them guns back to the streets
After they charge the Men

Aye Cutta
Let's go push this loadie bro
I heard they dropping in
Got bro right here on call
I'm on the way
Let's see if he drop a ten
I'm known to pop my shit all over these beats
It ain't no arguments
It's only flame emojis
Like they all think I'm some arsonist
Big stepper
Oh you thought my last shit was a hit
Man I could've did better
Found out that my dog was flawed
So that friendship I did sever
Had wild nigga tendencies for a minute
He should've hit better
Young nigga had great untapped potential
Now he a cig wetter
My little sister going down a long road
But shit I did tell her
Big bro can't come and save you
If they take you down to that pig cellar
Yeah I said I'd slow down with this spliff
But I still inhale her
It's 1600 Q
The home of getting money and chin checkers
With this game I got a vendetta
These niggas never been
But I never been better
Think y'all should pay me for my endeavors
I don't take them serious
They just being clever
We the trend setters
If you ask me

Spin this whip and then I park it
Whip this mix up til it hardens
Flip this switch and I hit my target
I kept telling them don't bother
Cause I won't stop once it get started
All my old hoes say I'm toxic
Take that to the game and charge it
I'm like
I'm nothing like what you know
I'm quite the opposite
I'm raised by the drug dealers
And niggas known for dropping shit
You die here in D.C
You better Stay your ass in Washington

Man yeah this ain't what you saw on TV
With all of them congressmen and monuments
It's love here
But the murder rate's astonishing
I feel like Tharpe, don't tip which spot I'm in
See it's a difference in D.C. and Washington
But I'mma let you ponder it
Nah for real
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Writer: B. Williams
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