offical/ginobilli - trojan logan & 5starcrys lyrics
[part i: chorus]
told em don’t f*ck me that boy too official
told em don’t f*ck with me, they kept pressing on the issue
told em don’t f*ck with me, or i let off like a pistol
now they kiss your soul goodbye, saying that they miss you
[verse 1]
beat the beat up, make it repeat my agenda
wwe, im the rock, or the mecca
got 12 like disciples, stay cold like december
may peace find your soul, or they’d do it and id let em
can’t get sh*t in my house, im looking like dikemebe
you looking like you signed a 360, or a 10 day
can’t take you serious you rapping like the rent’s paid
i’m rapping like the rent’s due, i’m rapping like i need a black president with rims blue
rapping like i’m tryna heat up a f*cking igloo
told him take a swim, i’d turn that boy to fish soup
[chorus]
told em don’t f*ck me that boy too official
like i’m running down the court with a whistle
told em don’t f*ck with me, they kept pressing on the issue
id get em slimed out, ought hand that boy a tissue
told em don’t f*ck with me, or i let off like a pistol
now they kiss your soul goodbye, and they saying that they miss you
told em don’t f*ck me that boy too official
told em don’t f*ck with me, they kept pressing on the issue
told em don’t f*ck with me, or i let off like a pistol
told em not to do it, blood on the instrumental
[part ii: chorus]
money outta pocket, like all of the homies
everybody all talk, i just em want to show me
in a world full of fakes, the real thing be a trophy
but imma go and get a few like my last name
gin0bili
[verse 2]
balling all the quarters i feel like kobe
glock 32 at your nose if you owe me
he think he opium, destroy his b*tch while she lonely
money through the wire, only thing on my phone screen
you broke then hoe, you stay in them old jeans
d&g on my seams, and the shirt say supreme
id tell em come wipe me down, but i’m already too clean
asked you when you last dropped, cuz we ain’t even see
prolly ain’t dropping cuz the cost of the fees
i mean the music ain’t free when you can’t make a beat
the music ain’t free that’s why you only on feats
ain’t got a song to ur name that’s funny to me
[chorus]
money outta pocket, like all of the homies
everybody all talk, i just em want to show me
in a world full of fakes, the real thing be a trophy
but imma go and get a few like my last name
gin0bili
money outta pocket, like all of the homies
everybody all talk, i just em want to show me
in a world full of fakes, the real thing be a trophy
but imma go and get a few like my last name
gin0bili
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