| Yeah… haha
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| Whole club looking at you like «Oh my lord»
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| Oh.oh my lord
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| I’m getting money and I ball so hard, she like
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| Oh my god, oh my god
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| Oh my god
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| I’m getting this bread, oh my god
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| Oh my god
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| I’m ducking feds, oh my god
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| Oh my god, oh my god
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| I’m cocaine dreaming, no I don’t sleep
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| Bitch I’m booming and banging, try’na buy a Benz in a week
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| Oh lord…
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| All this dope I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| All these pounds I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| We be baging up ounces, it’s fucked up in these streets
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| I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week
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| Oh lord…
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| All these pills I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| All this lean I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| In the kitchen cooking soft you know I make it go hard
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| And it’s «Fuck you» to the niggas out here that taking your job
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| Shake it.
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| I’m trying to bring two bags so I’m patient
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| Gotta use that for motivation, let your wrist whip in rotation
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| Paper. |
| chasing. |
| Wish I could take a vacation
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| The money good so I’m raising, I’m like fuck the time I’m facing
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| Never seen so much dope in my life… Oh lord!
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| If I do this right I could buy me a house with a big ol' yard
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| Gotta move this white, I’m, Bitch I go hard
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| And my tits is so dark I’m pulling up with yo bra
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| Y’all don’t want no money ho, I’m cookin' up with Georgia
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| And you ain’t got no car, we look at you like «Oh my god.»
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| I’m cocaine dreaming, no I don’t sleep
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| Bitch I’m booming and banging, try’na buy a Benz in a week
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| Oh lord…
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| All this dope I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| All these pounds I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| We be baging up ounces, it’s fucked up in these streets
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| I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week
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| Oh lord…
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| All these pills I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| All this lean I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| Oh lord.
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| Right now I’m boosie collage high
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| Backpack with them pounds in it, who the fuck is that collage guy?
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| Who the fuck is that City nigga everybody keep on talking about?
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| Bitch I think that’s me. |
| oh lord, gotta think I lied
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| Young P Rose, I’mma wreck this game
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| Bet it all on me, bet it gon' swang
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| Bet I get rich, bet he don’t shoot?
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| .45 bitch, my set don’t change
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| Put it on Rick, I put it on my ass, dude I put Game
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| Plus I’m proud of it… Oh lord
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| that not me, but I got blame
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| Homicide detectives on my twitter, gotta change my name
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| Cash is claimed now I leave, my nigga done ten, now we free
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| Getting cake now (Oh Lord)
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| Fucking cerealie
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| I’m cocaine dreaming, no I don’t sleep
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| Bitch I’m booming and banging, try’na buy a Benz in a week
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| Oh lord…
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| All this dope I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| All these pounds I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| We be baging up ounces, it’s fucked up in these streets
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| I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week
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| Oh lord…
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| All these pills I’m thinking «Oh lord»
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| All this lean I’m thinking «Oh lord» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh Lord , by - Young Buck. Song from the album G.A.S. (Gangsta & Street), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп