Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song O.C.D , by - cupcakKe. Song from the album S.T.D, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.07.2016
Record label: cupcakKe
Song language: English
O.C.D |
| I’m already bigger & better |
| My name big without capital letters |
| Try one of my fellas you won’t see yo future |
| Go ask any fortune teller |
| I don’t understand y’all hating ass |
| But I stay on dirt like I ain’t taking baths |
| For all y’all bitches that’s taking jabs, when you see this beam it ain’t laser |
| tag |
| Plots scheming have him screaming |
| My uppercuts will leave a nigga dreaming |
| The ruger got a bad vibe to it like it’s been possessed by a demon |
| In yo hood I’m flying through |
| Pulling strings but not tying shoes |
| Wonder what my rhymes do get double money like times two |
| On a mission while I’m on the bike |
| Smoking niggas but I’m outta hype |
| Stay strapped up to put a bitch to bed, but I’m not talking like a dyke |
| My woes with me no OVO you don’t wanna go toe for toe |
| Have your soul in the air like a roller coaster |
| Bitch I’m too much like a overdose |
| When I clean niggas out know it’s me |
| Bag that nigga up like groceries |
| None of the cops notice me |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| I’m a come at where you be |
| And just clean niggas out OCD |
| When I clean niggas out know it’s me |
| Bag that nigga up like groceries |
| None of the cops notice me |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| I’m a come at where you be |
| And just clean niggas out OCD |
| Everybody claim they know me |
| Cause I stay with bread like baloney |
| They say one thing but they phony, so I gotta keep it on me |
| Nigga run now or run later |
| All about my money like a fundraiser |
| Metal wound his tongue, bitch I’m busting lungs |
| Choppa got his entire gums flavor |
| On it, my opponent shorty, think twice you don’t want it |
| Even when I know you dead |
| One mo to the head shots giving you a bonus |
| Wack his ass got my shirt messy |
| Animal dead then my fur ready |
| I’m a cold bitch that get sweet at times |
| Damn nigga that’s Burberry |
| If I ever feel like I’m at risk, just split his ass like banana splits |
| Check him for the cheese, mozzarella swiss |
| Got him nervous now this goofy got the shits |
| Fake friends, really don’t need those |
| Only come around when shit hot like mosquitoes |
| Make him fold up like burritos |
| Gave him a chip tooth no Tostitos |
| When I clean niggas out know it’s me |
| Bag that nigga up like groceries |
| None of the cops notice me |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| I’m a come at where you be |
| And just clean niggas out OCD |
| When I clean niggas out know it’s me |
| Bag that nigga up like groceries |
| None of the cops notice me |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD |
| I’m a come at where you be |
| And just clean niggas out OCD |