| Bring the OMMIO to your front yard
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| DJ Official
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| Bring this OMMIO to your front yard
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| 10 Summers like a gun charge
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| Got it lit like without a blow torch
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| Who to feed a hoe for?
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| Oh, he official? |
| He a dope boy
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| You ain’t tuckin' Uchies in the Goyard
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| Where the fuck the dough goin'?
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| Shoot them gangstas MrLA
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| Extended state I woke up late
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| Remove my drapes and I see L. A
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| That’s my shooter in the red lace
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| That’s my shooter with them blue faces
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| LA’s L-way, gunpowder in the shell case
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| Solid under interroga'
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| You should catch a fair fade
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| When they found me I was RJ
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| Yeah it’s MrLA
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| Or it’s Mister Motherfuckin'
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| Link me up in the London
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| Place politickin' man that distance change noth'
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| Fuck you mean? |
| Humble bitch a man can’t judge me
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| I’m known to make a bitch a trustee if she’s lucky
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| Trust me, nigga
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| I don’t love your bitch, she don’t love me neither
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| We just fuck, we don’t kiss, we get amnesia
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| I look my girl in her eyes, told her I’m a cheater
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| If you fuck another nigga I’ma have to leave
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| I became a god to a nonbeliever
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| Talk to God but I’m not your preacher
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| Did my time with some underachievers
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| Don’t judge the crowd, got you on subpoenas
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| I got stripes like I own Adidas
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| Hit the lights with my own demeanor
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| Beat the odds, we survivin' without them features
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| 50 thousand in deposit inside the Visa
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| Fuck up the closet find a spot for Designer sneakers
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| I’ll come up for your job, fill in for your leisure
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| Bury me with the bleeder
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| Harvey Dent, theres two sides to these demons
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| Signed an agreement
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| Catch a body, double back like Jesus
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| Give you the whole magazine like Khadijah
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| Then get amnesia
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| Fuck the realest bitch, then get amnesia
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| I might need that but I don’t need ya
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| And I won’t feed ya
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| She just eatin' dick without the breather
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| Eatin' big, your appetite is a teaser
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| Trust me, nigga
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| I don’t love your bitch she don’t love me neither
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| We just fuck we don’t kiss, I’m a real feeder
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| I look my girl in her eyes, told her I’m a cheater
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| If you fuck another nigga I’ma have to leave
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| Oou, I don’t wanna have to leave
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| Oou, I’ma have to leave
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| Oh man, don’t do it
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| Oh man, I don’t wanna have to leave (DJ Official)
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| I don’t wanna have to leave you
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| Uh, I need you
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| Yeah, oh no
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| Oh man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Double Standards , by - RJmrLA. Song from the album O.M.M.I.O 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп