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otm luke - nothing funny lyrics
[verse: otm luke]
why you think this funny, b_tch?
you know it ain’t funny though
all about my money bro
bet you can’t get no hoes
oh, bro, yo’ ho
got her dancin’ on the floor
got her twerking on the floor (dance, dance, dance, dance)
got her twerking, make a show (twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk)
boy, you know i keep a pole
yo’ ho on a stripper pole
in the morning, leave at four
told vj to drop the fours
she said i should go in
b_tch, i ain’t goin’ in
she ain’t talking ’bout her p_ssy
she just wanna set me up
you know what i’m shootin’ up (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
ain’t talkin’ heroin
these b_tches want me in the club
i’ma f_ck this girl again
i ain’t got no morals, girl, you a silly ho (silly ho)
she want me to do some coke
asked her if it help her cope
’cause i k!lled her main man’s more than a year ago
i know how it feel, girl
i k!lled my main b_tch
she was talking so much sh_t, ’cause i f_cked her bestfriend
we couldn’t come to an end
that b_tch was obsessed with me
her friend wanted s_x with me (s_xy b_tch)
but i really missed her
i just missed the thought of her
but her friend, i really liked (bad b_tch)
i got memories of a bike
the way she was riding me (bad b_tch)
and i liked to lie to her
when she on me, toes curled
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
rode me ’til my toes curled
she was one of my baddest girls
need forgiveness by my lord
b_tch, i am my own lord
hate my teacher mr. ford (f_ck ford)
he so fat and he a b_tch (fat b_tch)
abused as a child
why he acting mild?
k!lling him is vital (boom, boom, boom)
murder on my mind, though
murder him, ain’t lying though
all my bros came from the go
otm is up, all gold (otm)
question me, i’ll never fold
put that on yoshi’s bro
[verse: benno]
yeah, yeah
all these n_ggas, they hittin’ my phone
they told me to slide
i told that n_gga, “he died”
i_i_i got some demons
so i been praying for angels
just like your boy in the sky
blackity black
n_gga, we shootin’ for fun
why don’t you get ya’ get back?
w_w_whippin’ the tracks
she told me, “keep going fast”
so i put my foot on the gas
n_gga get burned if he play with the fire
eye for an eye, we ready to die
boy, ready?
we pull up with tanks and guns
not just sayin’ this sh_t for fun
cou_countin’ my funds
act like you see from the mud
choppa hit hard like a thud
where is yo’ son?
under the barrel of my gun
this sh_t just take number one
yeah, i cannot slow down for sh_t, no
yeah, tweak off percs, you gettin’ hit now
yeah, cuttin’ traffic like a d_ck now
yeah, i got yo’ b_tch all on my, ayy
[verse: 289shawty]
b_tch, i’m in the loud (yeah)
b_tch, i only smoke that loud (yeah)
n_gga, tell my brodie, javi, i’m proud (b_tch)
n_gga, my teachers told me, “pay attention”
lil’ n_gga, but i ain’t
b_tch, i ball so hard, you not on my rank
n_gga, f_ck that ho, her p_ssy stank (hahaha)
i said, “we up sticks, up dracs”
it’s like, naw n_gga, we up them tanks (blo, blo, blo)
y’all n_ggas ain’t on sh_t, n_gga, on my gang
and you don’t shoot sh_t, n_gga, you fake a name
b_tch, i know i’m a g.o.a.t, just say my name
and you not no otm, lil’ n_gga, yo’ ass fake
you ain’t really beefin’ with no n_ggas
that’s my swag ’cause i’m yo’ dad lil’ n_gga
these lil’ b_tch ass n_ggas
they on the wi_fi, they ain’t shootin’ sh_t
the only thing they shootin’ is some nut into a rag, n_gga
if you get beat up, i’m glad, n_gga
if you get robbed, man, i’m glad, n_gga
if i ever see you, n_gga, i’m glad
glad, lil’ n_gga, i knock you on yo’ ass
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