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Oh Lord - Shy Glizzy/3 Glizzy
It's Nev on the beat nigga
Young Jefe holmes
Boss
I can feel somebody cryin' for me
Like oh Lord
Oh Lord
That nigga turned his back on you
Yeah that's your dog
Nope
My ***** she givin' love
Told her to hold on
'Cause any given day
Can get caught in a war zone
Oh oh
Lil' mama she a dime
So I paid her student loan
God damn
And my nigga love to talk
Now I can't even use phones
I think these niggas lyin'
That's why I don't do their songs
Yah
Everybody wanna ride the wave
When you on
Yah yah yah
Can't begin to relax
Yeah
A whole lot
Brought her into my head
Y'all like a Tylenol
Got a little model broad
She know how to ****
R-I-P my dawg uh yeah
I miss all of y'all
I just sent some bread to my nigga in the pen
When they ask the question
Suck my d**k is what he said
On murder's where I'll stand on
Until I'm bloody red
Okay
I'll murder you on camera holmes no
I ain't ******* scared
Uh
Peanut butter jelly
'Til I ************* lost it
Uh
Nigga you should see my mansion
Look like a ************* apartment
Pull that God damn Maybach out
Yah
Feel good that I ain't stoppin'
Good
Nigga my Glock got a double check it
We can get it poppin' nigga
I can feel somebody cryin' for me
Like oh Lord
That nigga turned his back on you yeah
That's your dog
Nope
My ***** she givin' love
Told her to hold on
Hold on
'Cause any given day
Can get caught in a war zone
Oh oh
Lil' mama she a dime
So I paid her student loan
God damn
And my nigga love to talk
Now I can't even use phones
God damn God damn
I think these niggas lyin'
That's why I don't do their songs
Yah
Everybody wanna ride the wave
When you on
Yah yah yah
Hundred rounds in my TEC
Got them choppers on the deck
B-r-r-r
Got her movin' smart now
She different I'm playin' chess
Gang
Got that big boy Rolly
Now I want the Patek
'Tek
Got that money and power
And a whole lot of 'guettes
Gang
Fell out with two of my homies
'Cause one a snake and one a rat
Damn I thought I could trust you
But you lost all my respect **** it
Thought you was better than that **** it
I know what to expect
I know what to expect
It's gon' be a murder
It's gon' be a mess
Brrr
Pull up with them choppers
Make it rain on your set
Murder murder
I been gone all night
I barely even slept
I barely even slept
Lil' ***** that p***y dead
The **** you thought you wasn't gettin'
Thought you wasn't gettin'
My mama know I thug
And grandpa got me on them gats
Got me on them gats
A nigga play with three
The police know what's comin' next
What's comin' next
I done did my dirt
Know niggas might want get back
Might want get back
She from way out in the suburbs
Have her in the projects
In the projects
She say she worried 'bout me
I stay on point
I keep the gat
Murder murder murder
I can feel somebody cryin' for me
Like oh Lord oh Lord
That nigga turned his back on you
Yeah that's your dog
Nope
My ***** she givin' love
Told her to hold on
Hold on
'Cause any given day
Can get caught in a war zone
Oh oh
Lil' mama she a dime
So I paid her student loan
God damn
And my nigga love to talk
Now I can't even use phones
God damn
I think these niggas lyin'
That's why I don't do their songs
Yah
Everybody wanna ride the wave
When you on
Yah yah yah
