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any weapon formed against me - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
it is what it is, don’t question me
not only do i got the sauce, b*tch, i made the recipe
i don’t even f*ck the b*tch no more, quit textin’ me
thought it was all fun and games ’til we stretched the kid

[chorus: blue pesos]
won’t catch me doin’ all that corny sh*t these n*ggas do
any weapons form against me, i’ll get up with you soon
you say you gettin’ it, where’s the dough? where’s the proof?
we got the same twenty*four in a day, don’t give excuses
won’t catch me doin’ all that corny sh*t these n*ggas do
any wеapons form against me, i’ll get up with you soon
you say you gettin’ it, whеre’s the dough? where’s the proof?
we got the same twenty*four in a day, don’t give excuses

[verse 1: blue pesos]
hold my badge just to make her feel exclusive
we been the truth, but i thought you n*ggas knew this
never alone, but i’ma shoot with my shooters
if it’s beef, let me know when the food here
fat loose leafs out the pound, you smokin’ toothpicks
big foreigns slidin’, you postin’ vids in a buick
swagu plates for two hundreds, what is ruth chris?
got the moves, i’ll flip a panda bear with bamboo sticks
what we on? pourin’ mud inside the urus
expensive juice, in the coupe spillin’ syrup
we still young, sh*t, we barely cracked the surface
where the money? you don’t got it, then you worthless
jordan 1’s on, i put .223s through his jersey
i don’t even know her name and she keep claimin’ that she know me
sleazy thoughts, i’m a product of the codeine
sport plus, zoom up off the block, f*ck the police, ugh
[chorus: blue pesos]
won’t catch me doin’ all that corny sh*t these n*ggas do
any weapons form against me, i’ll get up with you soon
you say you gettin’ it, where’s the dough? where’s the proof?
we got the same twenty*four in a day, don’t give excuses
won’t catch me doin’ all that corny sh*t these n*ggas do
any weapons form against me, i’ll get up with you soon
you say you gettin’ it, where’s the dough? where’s the proof?
we got the same twenty*four in a day, don’t give excuses

[verse 2: duffy]
we got the same twenty*four, ain’t no excuses
like what you bring to the table? n*ggas useless
me and p up in the rolls, we got two bl!cks
yeah, bro, we got it off the mussle, thought you knew this
we ain’t rookies, lil’ bro, we really do this
that’s my out of town b*tch, she just flew in
lose your life actin’ wild, don’t be stupid
pump faker ran into the gang and he ain’t do sh*t
got our bread up
all these n*ggas fake politickin’, frontin’ for the ‘gram, sh*t, i’m fed up
could’ve bled n*ggas, but instead i ain’t said nothin’
cold k!llers with me in the cut, they’ve been head huntin’
n*gga tried to diss me and n0body feel it
i ain’t worried ’bout no robbers, n*gga, i’ve been robbin’ with ’em
keep it solid with yourself, you’ll be solid, n*gga
told you n*ggas we was pressure, n*ggas never listened
sh*t, in my duffy, i’ve been stackin’ blues
reachin’ for my chain, you’ll be breakin’ news
all this cornball sh*t got me so confused
same startin’ five with me, nothin’ new
[chorus: blue pesos]
won’t catch me doin’ all that corny sh*t these n*ggas do
any weapons form against me, i’ll get up with you soon
you say you gettin’ it, where’s the dough? where’s the proof?
we got the same twenty*four in a day, don’t give excuses
won’t catch me doin’ all that corny sh*t these n*ggas do
any weapons form against me, i’ll get up with you soon
you say you gettin’ it, where’s the dough? where’s the proof?
we got the same twenty*four in a day, don’t give excuses

- otm lyrics

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