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lirik lagu o-dogg – f.y.mob

[verse 1:pierre]
my n*ggas crazy with that flow dog
four straps to the back of the lack
shoot em up just like i’m o*dogg
n*ggas from the bottom of the south
we ain’t no hoes dog
see y’all rockin that played in sh*t we rockin gold dog
y’all n*ggas know my name but i don’t know y’all
shawty wanna give me brain yeah thats slow top
see p*ssy n*ggas be so lame so yeah, they gon talk
and you ain’t wanna cuff yo [?] bro, that’s yo fault
simply immaculate, we makin’ history
a n*gga makin’ moves got all the b*tches missin’ me
you n*ggas fake as f*ck, you are not friends to me
and if you actin’ up, ten shots for my frenemies
internet thuggin, you are not what you appear to be
thought you had a n*gga buggin’ you ain’t sh*t to me
and i know a couple g’s that’ll k!ll for me
yeah, homie it ain’t a thang
i know thеm crippas’, g

[bridge:pierre]
i know them crippas’, g
yeah, homie it ain’t a thang
i know thеm crippas’, g
i know them crippas’, g
yeah, homie it ain’t a thang
i know them crippas’, g

[chorus:pierre]
four straps to the back of the lack
shoot em up just like i’m o*dogg
n*ggas from the bottom of the south
we ain’t no hoes dog
four straps to the back of the lack
shoot em up just like i’m o*dogg
n*ggas from the bottom of the south
we ain’t no hoes dog

[verse 2:rolo]
my shootas got that aim
just run when guns go bang
mario come through like o*dogg
ro step in like caine
my n*ggas bust a brain and i send they ass to maine
i been trappin’ you been slackin’
my n*gga, don’t be a lame
don’t got time for these hoes, when they be actin’ stank
the only thing that i like stank, is my dank
we gon rob a sto’ and sell that sh*t on tape
he try my lil brother imma shoot em in the face
we tryna get these n*ggas shootin’ up the burger place
they try to get away, my shoota clean em up
this n*gga pull up stuntin’ imma rob him for his dunks
you know i keep a pistol in the [?] or the [?]
n*gga what you mean?
everyday is the weekend
you heard me say i’m caine
my b*tch like jada pinkett
fym got that glow! that is not a secret
this n*gga ain’t bout it but he talkin’ bout the murder
same n*gga tryna trade dope for a burger
a n*gga can’t finesse me if he try, then imma hurt him
ion need new n*ggas
i got the perfect circle
talkin’ sh*t on ya twitter but don’t do the sh*t in person
you a b*tch
well, that’s all i see
we stompin’ n*ggas ass out in the middle of the street
you heard about the team? we all got the heat
i pop it when i go off
i guess i’m no better than o*dogg

[instrumental outro]

- f y mob

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