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o.m.m. - bertomac lyrics

[intro: frizz]
man all these n-gg-s been sleeping on us lately
we coming up on some sh-t, ya’ll don’t even know it

[b3rt0mac]
715

[frizz]
we got b-mac in the works in this sh-t
shout out all my ritner n-gg-s, you know
shout out all my philly n-gg-s
we back in this b-tch for real
we bout to get ’em

[b3rt0mac]
b3rt0mac!

[verse: frizz]
mom, please don’t cry
gun to my head, sh-t, i wanna die
b-tch, i’m out my mind
about to go rob, commit this crime and my n-gg-s right here
and they standing by my side
b-tch i’m out my mind
smoking all that weed
tell me how you really really really feel about me (how you feel)
r.i.p. to ali
in this 215 til i d.i.e
d-mn, d-mn
really tore up
got a double cup on me and i’m poured up (that lean)
swisher on me and i’m rolled up
can’t wait ’til i take a bad b-tch on the tour bus (no i can’t)
woah, woah
b-tch time to go, ’bout to go grab matt so we can blow
don’t disrespect me and put me on hold
got a bad -ss b-tch and she climb poles
i ain’t talkin north or south
she can fit d-ck in her mouth
i’m the plug, b-tch, i took that route
don’t even try to short me my amount
b-tch, all i know is money, so i know how to count
you can look at my account
all you see is m’s
hunnit, hunnit, hunnit, hunnit benjamins
p-ssy so wet, bouta go swim
she said i want you, man f-ck him
d-mn, d-mn
feel like the man
’bouta go to p.r. and get a tan
in the stash house, gotta few hunnit grand
in the strip club, blowin bands, bands on bands
they askin me where, where you from
philly 215 n-gg-s pullin out guns
they ask me am, am i a b-tch?
naw n-gg- come on
i ain’t run from sh-t
and i ain’t ever snitch, no flaws in the game
young n-gg- comin’ up, man they know my name
calling me j, cuz i’m pullin up
gotta a bad b-tch in the tub and she down to f-ck (down to f-ck)
now i’m comin’ up, kobe in the clutch
all my n-gg-s bouta smoke on this dutch
see these p-ss-es wanna test me, i get an a plus
and i’m bussin’ at they head when they talk my stuff

[outro: frizz]
all these n-gg-s really sleepin’
we just eatin’ on some sh-t
ya’ll n-gg-s need to stop sleepin’ on us
we in this b-tch, for real
prophetz records, holla at me

[b3rt0mac]
715!
ritner!

- bertomac lyrics

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