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target practice - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
uh, long live drakeo, n*gga
long live ketchy
n*ggas know what’s goin’ on
(ron*ron, load it up, ron*ron, load it up)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
all that tough talkin’, n*gga, come be target practice
these .223s takin’ souls and they doin’ damage
stinc team, we them n*ggas with exotic fashion
sue yung b*tchin’ in my ear, i just flu flammed her (ron*ron, do that sh*t)
gang and them just stripped that n*gga pieces, grab his phone after
monkey nuts jumpin’ out the chop goin’ chimpanzee
gave him spongebob holes, i know he miss sandy
hit an opp with donut holes, he just yelled, “randy”

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
they ain’t on nothin’, c*ck back and blow somethin’
hundiddies all on the floor, i’m a stove cracker
i think you owе somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancеr
he only said one word and i just start blastin’
they ain’t on nothin’, c*ck back and blow somethin’
hundiddies all on the floor, i’m a stove cracker
i think you owe somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancer
he only said one word and i just start blastin’
sh*t, n*gga
they ain’t on nothin’, c*ck back and blow somethin’, b*tch
n*gga (n*gga)
hundiddies all on the floor, i’m a stove cracker (huh)
n*gga (yeah)
i think you owe somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancer
haha, you know the truth
he only said one word and i just start blastin’ (long live drakeo)
[verse 2: duffy]
had to flee the scene, it was kinda graphic
it’s our first mixtape but we been established
give him thirty*two shots, i’m finna show him magic
off the mussle, n*gga, this a guaranteed classic
if we poppin’ out, you know i’m bringin’ stick of course
ballin’ out on n*ggas, i ain’t out here tryna play no sports
kick her out the crib, tell a b*tch not to fight the force
strip a tall n*gga, pockets loose, he came up short
n*ggas nerds and dorks, count these automatic bullets
hit him in his head, turned his dreadlocks into a mullet
i think you owe somethin’, strip for me, give it up
got home and hit the field again, that was not enough
make a n*gga double dutch, hop, skip, run, and jump
trippin’, fallin’, pullin’ up his jeans, he was out of luck
too greedy, b*tch, this for life, this is not for fun
n*ggas took my dog, now all these n*ggas be hard to trust

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
they ain’t on nothin’, c*ck back and blow somethin’
hundiddies all on the floor, i’m a stove cracker
i think you owe somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancer
he only said one word and i just start blastin’
they ain’t on nothin’, c*ck back and blow somethin’
hundiddies all on the floor, i’m a stove cracker
i think you owe somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancer
he only said one word and i just start blastin’
sh*t, n*gga
they ain’t on nothin’, c*ck back and blow somethin’, b*tch
n*gga
hundiddies all on the floor, i’m a stove cracker
n*gga
i think you owe somethin’, strip, he’s a pole dancer
he only said one word and i just start blastin’

- otm lyrics

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