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64 bars - og overdose lyrics

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[interlude]
sup y’all motherf-ckers
we gon be the next
yea, we got this b-tch on the beat
go man, k!ll this motherf-cker
djk!llaonthebeat

[verse]
gon’ be a murda if you thankin bout takin sum from me
talk about your body but i bet you ain’t gone play with me
try me if you wanna i stay with that burner on me (watchu doin’?)
i can’t let you get no rip off me
n-gga must think i’m a hoe or some
i don’t know who the f-ck he must take me for
that sh-t that you talking ain’t fearing us
f-ck how you come you ain’t seein us
say we beefin gon’ catch him and wet him up
n-gga tell me pull up and i’m pullin up
up let it bang we ain’t sparing nun
caught him up in the bottom and he ran from me
hoe -ss n-ggas stay in yo lane
you n-ggas be playin we ain’t playing games
when i’m up in the club b-tch i’m with the gang
you can catch us turnin up for shaam
so you know we flexin with them bands
whole lotta more up in my pants
try to take it all you hear is bang
try to take it all you hear is bang
hold up they know we sh-t like sho nuff
can’t sleep on us like pour up
hole in them just like donuts we go nuts
dj shares thots, hp shares thots, 39 shares thots
but i can’t wife a thot see its levels to this sh-t
she f-ck a bang bros and you married to this b-tch
a salad i got all types of carrots on my wrist
one night i don’t need a lot of sh-t
these b-tches is crazy these b-tches amaze me
these n-ggas don’t phase me money and the streets raised me
the industry crazy just a problem
i’m a young n-gga i’m just chasing me some dollars
body bag, body bag
foe’nem, they don chopped his -ss
no parole, but the pole i got, they done dropped his -ss
no toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
coppas on my -ss and sh-t, ain’t do it , innocent
n-ggas know my resume, 30 poppa bebe kid
you don’t know who zak is 4 six, woodlawn
hp the family, even my barber tapin’ sh-t
uzi spit, got a deal
coolin with my movie b-tch
movie clip, for a op n-gga or a goofy b-tch
get head from my groupie b-tch
you wifin hoes, you losin’ it
thinkin’ you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide
police said my baby shy
sup ‘shaam, before your -ss was born i saved a 100 thou
daddy on his savage sh-t, you know that boy be wildin out
you know i bring savage out
lurkin like, why they hidin out
drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
bro and them gotta be bonding out
me and my b-tch we bonding now
no c-ss, but that mac i got that b-tch work condom style
wifin, we don’t do that sh-t, that sh-t be trifling
cause the same b-tch that eat the cl-t, like she dyking
lovin hoes, but the same b-tch we put the pipe in
she sucking d-ck, the same b-tch you give goodnight kiss
sucka, yo -ss a sucka, superman
if i can’t make you dance i bet that uzi can
backflip, if you front your move when that mac spit
all i know is drill, drill, drill on my pac sh-t

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