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  • No worries about the paper
  • I ain’t getting raked, though
  • All about this payroll, being me is the label
  • Hopping out a fly shit, we ain’t carrying what they do
  • Here I’m full of *****es, here I’m both glistens
  • She wanna orally inherit little niggas
  • I’m in a lair in the air with your missus
  • It’s the trice game, you know we about to bang
  • [Hook]
  • Og up in this mother*****er, hah
  • Obie up in the mother*****er, hah
  • We got that heat up in this mother*****er
  • Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang
  • Got the flame young boy then fired up
  • Got them thangs young boy, we about up
  • Long as the feds ain’t got you niggas wide up
  • Cooperation with them people got you tied up
  • Literally tied up, rocket in the cup
  • We in the club nigga, turning shit up
  • I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows
  • After that, y’all know what follows, bang
  • My niggas giddy up and against the law
  • D boys, who give a shit, we got legitimate decoys
  • We in this ***** like a fetal position
  • Don’t like the …coition,
  • When you’re piecing the missing
  • Know that she in submission
  • On her knees in the kitchen
  • Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing
  • Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine
  • When she speak about leaving,
  • I might just turn up the system, bang!
  • [Hook]
  • Og up in this mother*****er, hah
  • Obie up in the mother*****er, hah
  • We got that heat up in this mother*****er
  • Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang
  • We ain’t worried about money, we getting ours up
  • Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up
  • With local broads, after hours involves us
  • Y’all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left
  • The next city, she wanna connect with me
  • Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply
  • Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit
  • That shook girls get *****
  • You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it
  • Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it
  • It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it
  • The American dream, get money!
  • see us coming, faces turn ugly
  • I don’t let it bug me, you still my little butted
  • Still, niggas turn ill
  • Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang!
  • [Hook]
  • Og up in this mother*****er, hah
  • Obie up in the mother*****er, hah
  • We got that heat up in this mother*****er
  • Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang.

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