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otm - fasho lyrics

[intro: duffy]
b_tch
let me get in my bag

[chorus: duffy]
i’m into talkin’ that money
and one thing for sure, we gon’ get it for sure
we comin’, we comin’ with blowers for sure
lamb chop out back to back with the rolls
jumped off the porch, in that water i dove
my n_ggas is slimy, they might wipe your nose
these n_ggas supposedly gettin’ it
but n_ggas be cappin’, you n_ggas should know how that go

[verse 1: duffy]
we got the drugs, lil’ bro, what you want?
we havin’ this pint, really havin’ them ‘bows
pounds and pounds of good fried dough
remember them days we was baggin’ up lows
nerd_ass n_gga should know what we on
it’s loyalty royalty all on my clothes
turn to a snake and get hung for surе
i’m stick and movin’, stick at my shows
n_ggas is slow, n_ggas r_t_rded
high as a b_tch, i’m like marvin thе martian
scorin’ on n_ggas like i’m michael jordan
i gotta show n_ggas that they can’t guard me
come get your b_tch, get her up off me
i’ll come in here and i’m endin’ the party
i’m in the crib with a stick on my hip
and a mop in the closet, don’t get me started
play with your b_tch, not us, we’ll hurt you
we get the chip, no bums in the circle
glock on my lap, my heart black and the money be blue and my double cup purple
n_ggas be urkels, it’s time to expose ’em
he should be worried, he havin’ no motion
shooter with me, got a thirty clip pokin’
i’m coolin’ with a deuce of wock’ in my soda
nina talkin’ that money and one thing about it for sure, we gon’ get it for sure
[chorus: duffy]
i’m into talkin’ that money
and one thing for sure, we gon’ get it for sure
we comin’, we comin’ with blowers for sure
lamb chop out back to back with the rolls
jumped off the porch, in that water i dove
my n_ggas is slimy, they might wipe your nose
these n_ggas supposedly gettin’ it
but n_ggas be cappin’, you n_ggas should know how that go

[verse 2: blue pesos]
i know how this go, put an opp in a box
a bag on his head, n_ggas strappin’ the ‘bow
my shooter in the back, he high as a b_tch
if a n_gga start trippin’, he slappin’ his .40
it’s time for the mission, n_gga, get out and slide
you sound like a b_tch, you wanna sit in the car
i do what i want, n_gga, f_ck your rules
he said, “don’t start”, put my hand in the jar
guns, roses, snakes, forties
like how many sh_lls could you fit in that uzi?
you ain’t never had a gun everytime i seen you
i know sue yung hate me, so i bop_bop bleed her
ballin’ hard, i’ll shoot a broke rich
it’s just us in the fin, i’m nikola jokić
let’s get them ‘bows gone, it’s time for a road trip
n_gga, explain to me where is your motion?
let’s shut the block down, what’s up with all the commotion?
you ridin’ too comfortable, n_gga, quit the loafin’
you playin’ with your nose, should’ve known you was a coke head
put them new sticks to work, don’t post sh_t

- otm lyrics

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