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ots - the mg's lyrics

[verse 1: pistol]
ok it’s ots and they know it
got the b*tches turnt up and they goin’
call me pistol b*tch i’m the coldest
feel like a hype all this dope i’m smokin’
just popped a molly i’m rollin’
got the whole squad with me they goin’
a n*gga dump at his body they blowin’
better use yo head fo’ yo sh*t get left open
i don’t got no time for these lames
no i won’t really f*ck with these lames
if a n*gga disrespect my name
cold steel red dot blue flame
hittin’ l!cks f*ck around and get stang
money where i came tell a n*gga keep the fame
these n*ggas fake we ain’t never been the same
he blow crack cocaine in the vein
i got dollar signs on my mind
i don’t really give these b*tches no time
i one night the hoe she ain’t mine
i don’t know why the f*ck she callin’ my line
heart break kid i leave them hoes cryin’
in this sh*t like murders no crime
sh*t’s so easy now i ain’t even tryin’
toke on the truth ya’ll know we ain’t lyin’
smoke dope get p*ssy that’s all i do
countin’ this paper n*gga what about you?
tell her to gut it my n*gga with the sh*ts too, menace in the booth, time for loose screws he a fool
tickin’ time bomb any minute go off, tryna’ show off get yo stupid ass broke off, ya’ll n*ggas so soft
and ion want talk
if it ain’t about money broke n*gga get lost
broke n*gga get lost, (broke n*gga get lost)
broke n*gga get lost, (broke n*gga get lost)
broke n*gga get lost, (broke n*gga get lost)
ya’ll n*ggas so soft and ion want talk, if it ain’t about money
broke n*gga get lost, (broke n*gga get lost)
broke n*gga get lost, (broke n*gga get lost)
broke n*gga get lost, (broke n*gga get lost)
squaaaaaaaaaaaaad!

[verse 2: ]
i f*cked yo b*tch now she stompin’
b*tch you ain’t ballin’ you walkin’
f*ck with me and you a dead n*gga
no boozy b*tch in this party
i’mma need you roll this dope up
loud is what she rollin’
his b*tch is what i’m poking, watch this solo b*tch i’m blowin’
n*ggas know i’m packin’
n*gga never know lackin’
you f*ck with me, you a dead n*gga
next up you gone meet yo coffin
all my n*ggas they blowin’
n*ggas know what they holdin’
my lil bruh took dook n*gga
d*mn everybody know he drummin’
broad day he get it crackin’
b*tch he ’bout that action
on truth or on a bird n*gga
you slide through you a dead n*gga
all my n*ggas tote glocks n*gga
you slide through you a dead n*gga
f*ck that charger and that impala
you n*ggas slide through, ya’ll dead n*ggas
my squad n*ggas, i put in work for my squad n*ggas
in squad i trust for squad i bust
i put in work for my squad n*ggas
shout out two times
shout out two times
free don wolf n*gga
free don wolf n*gga

- the mgs lyrics

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