| Put on my O.J. |
| gloves and watch me kill this shit
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| Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
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| I’m pulling off a O. J, off, off a O.J.
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| I’m smoking up my lungs,
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| This liquor drowning my liver
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| I’m now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
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| Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
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| Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; |
| Master Splinter
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| Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
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| I don’t give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
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| Yeah I’m kind of thinner but Goddam you’re jeans are slimmer
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| I don’t want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
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| Planet of the apes, I’m a G Unit gorilla
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| All these rappers claim they killers
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| Proly sue you when you hit them
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| See I’m not what you used to
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| I ain’t soo woo, I ain’t crippin'
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| I’m a rider gang nigga
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| We gonn get it where we fit it
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| Got a new bitch that’s so bad
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| Yeah she don’t know what she doin'
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| And her ass so round and fat
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| When she touch me I’m like boooing!
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| I won’t hit and I won’t tell
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| So I don’t wanna flip a coin
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| I don’t kiss it, I don’t tell
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| So her close friend she can join
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| They don’t call me from the pens
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| That’s to see how things are going
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| So the money, it still flowing
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| Get a rider gang, it’s still glowing
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| And my neck and my wrist,
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| And my ears and my fist
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| Got diamonds all over shit glowing
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| And the Lambo ain’t got no top
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| It ain’t summer yet but it’s hot
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| You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
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| And you see the bitches I got
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| You better believe it’s real
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| From the Philippines to Brazil
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| Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
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| People can give it to you pure
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| 100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup
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| MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
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| 4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
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| They want me locked up
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| They singing like Akon
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| Her shatter, like I do head on
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| Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
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| I would take your head on so you can see me head on
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| I’m gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on
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| She got my head gone, shit I’m bout to head home
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| Kim jong that’s my destination
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| Still street, never handed in my resignation
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| Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting
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| Who tryna get served, I’m 'bout to do some catering |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OJ , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Est. in 1989, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп