Du-Ragz - Stik Figa, Miles Bonny

Miles Bonny

Yo mama wear a du-rag

That’s the song

Seen ya baby mama, look like John Cougar Mellencamp

Told me one day only felons could rap

I looked her in the eye she was sellin' some stamps

You got a problem with me you should just tell me that

Money on my mind, I gotta brainstorm

Once heard 'em say, when it rains it’ll pour

Sometimes it comes quick, other times you wait for it

All I know is this, that I gotta make more

Don’t wanna be a player, rest in peace to Pun

I see it, I beat it up, don’t need the drums

I got a straight shooter, I don’t need the gun

I call your girl an Uber then watch Martin re-runs

Can’t trust a word that pass from ya lips

Seein' is believing, you ain’t showing me shit

Can’t grab attention 'less you’re holding a grip

Can’t grab attention 'less you’re holding a grip

Yo mama got a a du-rag, American flag

Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back

Yo mama got a a du-rag, American flag (she do)

Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back

Yeah, I’m gonna clown, Barnum and Bailey

Funky Cold Medina, Ice Ice Baby

I dig your old lady, she work at Old Navy

Was on her lunch break, swallowing throat babies

Rap cash money like I’m Baby and Wayne

I got work to do with no space to complain

I guess the game changed, ain’t no hating the game

And I got my blood tested, ain’t no traces of lame

Bro go crazy, the flow so mani'

Old dog same tricks nah they can’t train me

Industry Rule four-thousand-and-eighty

The game so shady, radio won’t play me

A whole lot of rappers none of 'em entertain me

Knock 'em out the box, yearly, daily

No grits, no gravy, if ands or maybes

Had to bite down like a Bluenose with rabies

Yo mama got a a du-rag, American flag

Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back

Yo mama got a a du-rag, American flag

Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back

I said, «fuck this rap shit, I’d rather listen to Prince»

And chase a fat chick that got the ass with the dents

But it’s a thin line, boy be having to squint

Grass ain’t always greener on that side of the fence

A drunk ain’t shit, who you had to convince?

Henny in my hand, liquor passing my lips

Have the cash in hand when I ask for the rent

No comparison, no one matching the wit

«Stick» without the «C,» yea you’re reading it right

You read on the flyer start believing the hype

But there’s really more to it though, than seeking the light

Ain’t move to the east side for pieces of pie

Young Padawan, perusing through the catalog

What you slap now will turn your brain to applesauce

Chattel getting moved around by a cattle prod

Wave my magic wand, then travel like a vagabond

Yo mama gotta a du-rag, American flag

Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back

Yo mama wear a du-rag, American flag

Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back

Yo mama wear a du-rag, American flag

Red, white, and blue, with the cape in the back

I said yo mama wear a du-rag

Said yo mama wear a du-rag

Said yo mama wear a (du-rag)

Said yo mama wear a du-rag (du-rag)

Yo mama got a prosthetic leg

She black and the prosthetic leg white

Yuh, yuh, yuh