Julian Malone - #OG | Текст песни

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[Intro]
...And I made this beat too

...2008ighties

Uh, Uh

[Hook]
Only if you could see
How shit with me be
Alright, you see me here, but trust...
My nigga you don't know me
So shut the fuck up talking tryna preach
Acting like you keep it g
Real niggas do real things not follow to reach the league
My momma taught me to grind
Your momma just kept you blind
The moral of story is, I'm dope and yo ass behind, yurp

(Verse 1)
I say that there to tell you this
My nigga you can do it too pharrell will tell you this
Fuck all that failure shit
Get your millions and smell a bitch
Nobody can tell you other, those utters are for the quits
My mission is this
Live my life fully and leave it rich
I'm knowing that this what everyone wanting out of the shit
But homie right here got passion I'm goin about it diff'
Pissing hella haters off while the listens I lift
Its
That skinny nigga that be on his fucking grizzly
The hoes dig he, gotta mention that for sillys
Flows plenty
Been on it nigga check the history
Since a kiddie, was humming damn I'm such a mystery
Try and get me
I promise
You'll probably
Dig it or
You'll probablyy
Hate it, if so I'm sorry, nah fuck it for real I'm not cus you stupid if this ain't hot or raw as hell to ya
If you hate it this what ill tell to ya

[Hook Repeat]

[Verse 2]
That hook is me on hella dirt
But its necessary cus everybody got on it first but
...That just make me sound like a little child, right?
Exactamundo but sometimes grown downs life
My style like, a balance between a wild night
And the type of life of a nigga that gotta proud wife
Mother fuckers hate me its crazy but some the ladies who chase me talked hella flaky but lately wanting my babies mane
2008ighties gang
Yeah I'mma play the game but word is bond my music will always have its own lane
Fuck the lames and everybody that speak upon us in vein
You a goofy all them groupies straight fucking
With ya brain I got, three baby mommas, and three navy hondas wit cho lookin ass
Steak, eggs n grits wit cho cookin ass
I'm on the phone, Making hella calls wit yo bookin ass
Juju got them doodoo raps? You don't know who you looking at

[Hook Repeats]

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