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johnny bravo - otm lyrics

[verse 1: blue pesos]
yeah, it cost to be the boss, let’s put a price on it
i heard you dissed the stincs, how you wanna go ’bout it?
go on and reach for this ice, you gettin’ hot lava
i ain’t even want the b*tch, she had high mileage
she wanna f*ck, she see the chain, this cost stinc [?]
i’ll never get money with you n*ggas ’cause y’all bad business
yeah, i’m a rapper with the sh*ts, i’ll strip n*ggas
what happened? thought i seen you on the ‘gram, you was gon’ blitz n*ggas
p*ssed on his self, he terrorized, he made a run for it
a sh*t talker, b*tch, do you know me? i got a mouth [?]
i got the slap on me, ain’t no goin’ back for that n*gga
spin the block again, chops out, this n*gga asked for it
make her tear it off, purse first, you know my name, b*tch
p as in pesos, loud talk, his brain gone
n*ggas act like fools, put this k to his mango
tough guy peeped a punchline, r.i.p. johnny bravo
this sh*t that i seen you can’t fathom, only god knows
pablo escobar, rap money, trappin’ hard
rich, send them to the stores, water on me, noah’s ark
randy moss, go long, we ran off with the scoreboard
the opps is gettin’ so borin’, jokes like martin lawrence
she reachin’ for the stickler, where’s the loaf? you is too h*rny
two chops on me, flu flammers, there’s a fair warning
i wear what i want, i might bring back ed hardy
[verse 2: duffy]
sh*t
i guess it’s time to get started
player of the game, obviously n*ggas can’t guard me
she ain’t show me nothin’ special, shawty been lost me
pull up with a drum, tell his mama, “i am so sorry”
double parked in her driveway, it’s a sleepover
evil thoughts, should i k!ll this n*gga? let me think on it
too elite, can’t no broke old n*gga preach to me
we and p both shootin’, that’s a jinx, ain’t it?
stay dangerous, we be turnin’ opps into cliffhangers
cold demon, freeze the block, left a snow angel
pile drive mei ling for the bag like i’m kurt angle
flu flam, left flipped over couches and turned tables
“duffy, can you come and see me?” b*tch, no thank you
she kind of bad but she broke, that’s a no bueno
joe flacco, throw some bullets at him, i’m a quarterback
oh, that’s your gang? nah, bro, we never heard of that
coachin’ hoes, b*tch, perform well or hit a lap
you ain’t never whack nothin’, you should stop the cap
how the f*ck that boy survive? let’s go double back
i be with k!llers, he’s still worried ’bout a follow back
where the opps at? i’m showboatin’ with this hudiddy
dilly on me, we on western ave, come and act silly
really got the city in a headlock, no kizzy
hit his car up like tupac, n*gga, no biggie
pizza party, we at johnny house, finna deep dish him
bravo, check the scoreboard, we gon’ keep winnin’
we at kim juan kitchen for the orange chicken
long live the cold devil, we gon’ keep sinnin’

- otm lyrics

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