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70 bars - ohsea lyrics

[intro]
a hundred, a hundred, ayy
turn up
uh huh
still the coldest in the game, n*gga
ice god, n*gga, that’s what it is
motherf*ckin’ diamond pimp
ayy, ayy
zaytoven

[verse]
i be smokin’ on some thrax and puffin’ gas
these n*ggas talkin’ sh*t because the way i work my wrist
don’t worry ’bout me, b*tch, i ain’t the one that went and switched
money flowin’ in but keep the conversation slim
slidin’ in my brim, golden dayton’s on the whip
hardest motherf*cker in the game, so i don’t trip
o*h*s*e*a, i hit some yay’ up off yo’ b*tch
and roll some sticky blunts while you sit there and comprehend
’cause now that i’m the man, these n*ggas wanna be my friend’s
but i still pack a .40 when i’m geekin’ off some hen’
amazingly, i’m still alive after the sh*t i did
don’t play me for no fool, i got some sh*t that can’t be said
k!llin’ off this industry, i’m snappin’ necks
only cash, don’t f*ck with checks
b*tch, i don’t want no fame, he said that sh*t ’cause you know i’m next
either way, i know they feel me burnin’ woods, rip out a fifty
you be smokin’ bobby and my b*tch hit on some witney
i’m runnin’ from the cops, i stuff that work between her titties
i’m duckin’ from these devil’s ’cause they out to come and get me
now, watch me creep
mobbin’ down the street at 10:17
a hundred blunts to my face, they all f*ckin’ laced
[?] with my swisher but i never touched an ace
still ’bout my hustle while rollin’ and screamin’, “f*ck ’em”
swingin’ up in my lane and i’m pimped up, move out my way
don’t hate up on me b*tch ’cause that’s part of the f*ckin’ game
and you said that you gettin’ money but pockets be full of change
shakin’ my head at rappers, these n*ggas ain’t ready for it
hopped on this beat and exploded
showed you, i’m the coldest
either way, i know you noticed
i’ma keep on goin’ off the f*ckin’ top
i give no f*ck, i send them shots
ar ’round my neck
n*gga, i ain’t never smokin’ on no bammer, a.k.a., that [?]
n*gga, you be f*ckin’ ’round with young k!llers
[?] n*ggas leave yo’ ass floatin’ in the ocean and the sea, b*tch
[outro]
ayy, ayy
fifties, [?]
i’m the f*ckin’ man, you n*ggas must be bluffin’

- ohsea lyrics

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