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jah-monte - lord jah-monte ogbon lyrics

[produced by kirk collins]

*yeah…aye…alkaline water sh*t, everytime!*

[verse 1: lord jah*monte ogbon]
put some respect on my sh*t!
this ain’t the same “callis” from back in the day
advise my lord to keep a mac, it ain’t safe
aye, how this your city, you still askin’ to play!?
ask me, that’s like a smack*in*the*face
racks & a ‘k
i’m cross the water; international bae!
fine as f*ck, but her attitude stank
keep my name out these f*ckin’ “city rapper” debates
got my own lane, that sh*t don’t matter to me
i was cut different!
you barely pushing an ounce, what’s all this “plug” business?
shoot at your house for my respect, ‘cuz ain’t no love in it
going circles ’round these n*ggas, like we ferris wheelin’
signed to myself, don’t wanna share a million
call me selfish, call me c*cky, call*whatever
just don’t call me without no motherf*ckin’ cheddar
you ain’t tried to put me on, i held vendettas
aye… this sh*t ain’t no beretta!!

[chrous: lord jah*monte ogbon]
to get this f*ckin’ bread, i made a gesture
he ain’t built for this sh*t, lordy pleasure
hard*body god*body, you don’t measure
it dont matter where we at, it’s whatever!

go get some f*cking bread lordy, do better
why you worried ’bout these hoes & you on credit!?
ain’t got no motherf*cking time for error
go get your sh*t together! (real life!!)

[verse 2: lord jah*monte ogbon]
the city f*ckin’ hype… ain’t dropped in “nothin’ nice”
know the lordy got the light to keep in touch; the christ
i ain’t trying to build ma, i’m tryna f*ck tonight!
n*ggas know my name from selling o’s, and cutting*(oh my god! callis!!)
r.i.p re, was touchin’ keys like justin bright
send 100 at your bucket, like*
i need a redbone, without a “hands*on”, but still hands on
when you got bread, it ain’t no friend*zone
she took the benz home, we in the end*zone
city sh*t, like cam newton
swine in ’em, look how your man moving… aye!
n*ggas be tellin’, like frank lucas
f*ck around, and put the eight to him
your broke ass still eighth*moving?
we in the whole state moving!
let the smokers get a sample, like they crate using
f*ck around, we in your face stupid!

go get some f*cking bread lordy, do better
why you worried ’bout these hoes & you on credit!?
ain’t got no motherf*cking time for error
go get your sh*t together! (real life!!)

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- lord jah monte ogbon lyrics

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