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oma - jaycetone lyrics

hook:
oma oma
hoe you know that’s where my soldiers stay
all of these haters my protege
with a call i make n-ggas erode away
in oma in oma
i need four hoes just to fornicate
they eat on the nut like granola aye
i pour me up a 4 now its coma day

verse 1:
nah this ain’t a new phase
i been too paid
cross on my new chain
call it crusades
top off like blue range
like a toupee
stop jay you too great
i’m like touche
i might be tight you might be right i’m honest
ya wifey white? tonight she like ebonics
pricey life is nice i’m writin for it
nightly grind i’m tryna ride a foreign
toilet rappers, so disastrous
slow flow mollases
i roast they -sses
told bro to p-ss me the dope he asked me
could he toke the gas till his get raspy
i said go ahead my n-gga go and take that
you know i keep the pack so go and face that
and when i need the cat
she at my place fast
shes on her knees for dad i tell her taste that
that new maybach, i might race that
jaeger straight oh no b-tch we don’t chase that
all yo pay come my way call that payback
spray that draco wherever you lay at
f-ck i really gotta teach yall, why you down i’m going up n-ggas seesaw
bouta be running the game n-ggas speed walking
n-ggas wanna they wanna be gang but they keep talking
sh-t
i’m quick to listen when cliques emit the disses
sh-t
to trip you all chicks with d-cks
my chick is prissy ice on my wrist it glisten
spit the crispy hits even with the lisp
remember i ain’t have a pot to p-ss
hanging with the n-ggas who be chopping bricks
name every n-gga in the o
bet i top the list
now my n-gga i got guap to get
(and i’m in the city.)

hook:

verse 2:

i wanted preme for so long
green for so long
now i need a shredder cause my cheese is so long
ain’t n0body better dawg y’all need to move on
i need me a freak that like to keep her clothes on
cause now it seem like all these b-tches tryna f-ck a n-gga
to be honest most them b-tches they was f-cking with us
now i got it the same b-tches tryna f-ck for figures
b-tch you buggin you can suck me for a couple pictures
if i even got time for yah
i ain’t nash i can’t drop off no dime for ya
all this cash b-tch i bought me like 9 lawyers
cause when you black and you rich they gon try for ya
only people getting paper is my mom, dukes, both my sisters, all my blood, like they piurius
i remember all them nights we used to cry too
praying that all of them blessings finally find you
and they did momma
year we clear momma
never fear i think i found a career i’ma
give you and pops a new cribo and yall can build it
and ion wanna see no tears on it aye
thats how i’m living in the oma
hoe ya know i’m so fly
saw ya on the corner when i rode by, don’t lie
i i know that ya clique is full of broke guys
n-gga hit my line
he was looking for for a cosign
yeah right ain’t no mf handouts
in the kitchen with them mof-ckin pans out
f-ck a b-tch pull that mof-ckin cam out
bust a nut then tell the broad she gotta scram out
d-mn dawg that envy in your head
thought i broke was hididing that dope in my dorm bed
tryna get tours set but first i’m corn fed
that n.e.b on my back so if n-ggas want war?
bet
(i’m in)

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- jaycetone lyrics

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