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detox - ooley lyrics

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iont got time
4 the dumd sh*t
f*ck dat
ima jus chuck up
the piece sign

iont read minds
but i know
n*ggas hating
cuz i jus ,been reading between lines

ain’t really visit
the booth ina minute
i feel like i’m
goin thru detox

wan me to giver my free time
can’t give it up
i’m like f*ck it i need mine

they want me to tellem
my story
i’m solid
my hand on my mouth
like a beatbox
shawty like what i’m doin
i’m giving her shivers
she said
i keep hitting
her geespot

iknow lil baby
can’t manage herself
n its sad
i feel bad
for the poor b*tch

business
get handled

can’t sit
on my ass
ima get in my
bag
f*ck a poor attempt

yu kno oo get around
like purpеllars
detect me
a p*ssy
likе metal detectors
try ya luck
witta vest, but i bet
if this sh*t
hit his chest
he gon need a inhaler

n*gga be crafty
they sl!ck
nowadays
ibe watching them
lika inspector

i’m a real bandit
so stuck in my ways
how they played
me
ain’t hard
to remember

she know
ima rudebwoii

she call me a f*ck boy

i clean up her act
not a bustboy
hating complaining
we making to much noise
n*ggas ain’t making
enough noise

i’ma get mad
n start robbin
u lilboys
using these hoes
for a decoy

gotta whole lotta problems
so bullet sh*lls
fill voids

they left the chamber at gunpoint

tryna act
lika k!lla
for cool points?

bouta stop
all the fun
ima k!lljoy

i’m to high
they can’t see
from my viewpoint

what i’m smoking
to strong
it’s on steroids

talk witta
clear ass voice
when i speak
i don’t hear
when they preach
ima demon

u never took u
a lost ina streets
i can tell
he ain’t been
threw no deep sh*t

i caught him sleeping
so i made em
wake up

these n*ggas clowns
where the makeup

i like the look
of them hamilton’s
face up
money u talking bout
made up

i keep it truie
u n*ggas tell filaz
try me
i bet
he won’t retry

spreaded my wings
now i’m fanning
these hunnit out
starting to
look lika peac*ck

f*cking me
n my migos
shawty
a freak hoe

we gon keep
that ona dlo

shirt by diesel
ima black beetle
u stepping ina
a no flex zone

we getting money
ik n*ggas freeload
i stay witta wop
like a meatloaf

it’s bouta get dark
cutcha power
like peco
u stepping into
a deathzone

clip got hollows
puttem in spiral
hitttem like
hurricane cyclones

throwing hooks
like jon jones
hittem wit combos
gotta impact
like elbows

i’m not a bully
but i be like debo
treating these n*ggas
like tyrone

throwing bullets
like deathstroke

iont throw gats
it go back
ina strap
of the velcrow

f*ck it
i’ll turn this up
n go vet mode

if i blackout
i should really be
left lone

anything be in remote
when i press go

fighting these voices
i keep
hearing echos

surrounded w demons
i thought i done
let go
i can see they never left tho

if i chanel
it right

i might pull off
an exorcist

i get pazuzu
to get ghost

he bought a gun
he need protein
boy u a turkey

u be in
the most beef

thinking i’m not cooking
he must not
know
u a cash*cow
but i roast beef

i never
been the
type bull to
get brodied

always gon be the
same ole meee

f*ck what yu heard
shawty betta go
recap

can’t be eveet
i’m not jody

n*gga yu gon
pay the price
if yu
flipping the check
f*ck u ain’t know
the cost

alla sudden these
,lil b*tches wan me
now i got some money
knew what that
would cause

won’t let nothing
go over my head
he was slipping
he missed it
he don’t ,know his calls

i don’t sweat
get in motion
w ease
got this sh*t ona leash
i’m jus walking
the dogs

u won’t see me wit a fraud
keep a whistle
i blow it
on guard

head bobbing
this weed
got me lost

mind clouded
it got alil fog

i was only
13 ina streets
on my own
only way i could learn
was to drawl

the first time
she seen me
ya b*tch hadda accident
made a lil mess
in her draws

hook
iont got time
4 the dumd sh*t
f*ck dat
ima jus chuck up
the piece sign

iont read minds
but i know
n*ggas hating
cuz i jus ,been reading between lines

ain’t really visit
the booth ina minute
i feel like i’m
goin thru detox

wan me to giver my free time
can’t give it up
i’m like f*ck it i need mine

they want me to tellem
my story
i’m solid
my hand on my mouth
like a beatbox

shawty like what i’m doin
i’m giving her shivers
she said
i keep hitting
her geespot

iknow lil baby
can’t manage herself

n its sad
i feel bad
poor b*tch

business get handled
can’t sit on my ass

ima carry my weight
f*ck a poor attempt

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