| Gangstas, let me hear you say f*ck the world
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| I’m a motherf*ckin (O.G.)
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| Hammer tucked run outta love
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| F*ck wit the (O.G.)
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| Twist the wood light up the goods
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| Man I’m a (O.G.)
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| Caddillac, Farary black my D (O.G.)
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| Gutter hood, it’s understood that I’m a (O.G.)
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| But understand you when you and your man you ain’t a (O.G.)
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| Holla back he polly wit gats just like a (O.G.)
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| Farary black wit Caddillac my D (O.G.)
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| Soilders, street shit, gangsta, remix
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| Stand up Black Child has just entered the buildin
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| And I’m gimpin in the stash for my dark women and children
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| Get your hands up, money still fallin from the cielin
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| I go hard and y’all can feel it
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| Erased the and wit the realest
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| It’s muurda, buit they act like they don’t beieve us
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| I’m hotter than a monage wit two divas in a two seater
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| And I keep two heaters to send you to see jesus
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| When I roll up like ravrun and drop shells like a demon
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| We the underdog niggas but we can’t be touched
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| So y’all motherf*ckers better anni up
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| Cuz everything we drive is platnum plus
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| Show me, your an O.G. |
| (Throw it up)
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| Gangstas, let me hear you say f*ck the world
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| I’m a motherf*ckin (O.G.)
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| Hammer tucked run outta love
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| F*ck wit the (O.G.)
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| Twist the wood light up the goods
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| Man I’m a (O.G.)
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| Caddillac, Farary black my D (O.G.)
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| Gutter hood, it’s understood that I’m a (O.G.)
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| But understand you when you and your man you ain’t a (O.G.)
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| Holla back he polly wit gats just like a (O.G.)
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| Farary black wit Caddillac my D (O.G.)
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| Soilders, street shit, gangsta, remix
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| Stand up, if you ready we rollin lets get it
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| If he heavy and hold em we split it
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| Get this fedi over them bitches
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| Got the coke in the pot in the kitchen
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| And hear em poppin the four wit the snitches
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| For watchin the riches
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| Watch us when it hot droppin the top on the benz’s
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| Whip stop but the rims will keep on spinnin
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| Rollies flat, mommies be lovin this gangsta pimpin
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| Shit well you know me the motherf*ckin O. G
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| Gangstas, hustlas, strippas, niggas
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| Rappy makes a Jon Gotti certified (O.G.)
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| Luck luciani, Irv Gotti worldwide (O.G.)
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| And ferari and only ferari is the only (O.G.)
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| Ain’t no sorries I shottie your body faster than a (O.G.)
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| Yo I’m slicker than niggas I’m spittin liqour like a (O.G.)
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| And I’m sick of these niggas poppin a clip like a (O.G.)
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| A ignorant nigga wit a gun in your mouth like a (O.G.)
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| When the albums come out air em out like a (O.G.)
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| Gangstas, hustlas, all my, murderers
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| Clear it out, murder inc or air out the buildin {*echoes out* |