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otm - this is la lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
uh

[verse 1: blue pesos]
mei ling, i just chin strapped her
jibber jabber, blue’s a blabber mouth, we just b_tch slapped him
keep your stick on you, n_gga, this is la
a black belt from shootin’ chops, where my sensei?
i’m through that back door, hit him with a pump fake
rock and roll with it, elvis presley, time to hit the floor
jiggy with it, maneuver with my stiffler, i’m an evil villain
how many uchies you gon’ offer, what’s your proposition? (ron_ron, do that sh_t)
lock and load, aim with precision, knock his sloppy joe
red and blue lights, go faster ’cause the johnnies on us
silly opp, he thought this sh_t was sweet ’cause we in bossa nova
deep dished that n_gga, red beams, put some toppings on him

[verse 2: duffy]
go and tell your favorite rappers we just f_cked ’em over
shaneyney hangin’ with me, let me get to know her
ghetto boy, this forty ounce bounce, goin’ dumb and dumber
all this sh_t is regular to us, but it don’t be normal
n_gga
you know the stincs winnin’
n_gga, why you sittin’ on your ass? go and chase some chicken
hit him with the k, think that n_gga had an exorcism
.223s, i guess we both jordan, i hit him with pippen
n_gga, it’s the grim adventures
n_gga out his mind, he don’t think i’ma come with a stiffler
big n_gga talkin’ like he stupid, i made him get little
n_ggas always sugar coatin’ sh_t, if i said it, i meant it
[verse 3: blue pesos]
if it ain’t about the uchies or the fashion, ain’t fittin’ my interest
bro, why you tryna diss the stincs? n_gga, change them lyrics
stincs at the waves and the trench, just give up the gimick
you either know or you don’t, i ain’t bein’ specific
why you talkin’ ’bout them mansions?
hit him with a steel chair if n_ggas lackin’ they credentials
white sheets, chalk zone him, dispatcher get the stencil
pocket rocket blast off, what is war outside of missile?

[verse 4: duffy]
sh_t
ain’t they independent? how them lil’ n_ggas hawk me?
i only talk to ben frank, b_tch, do not call me
scorin’ like lamelo, had to show ’em i’m a big baller
get a n_gga whacked, he should’ve knew i was a shot caller
turned him to a pop locker, told him not to play with fire
you ain’t a stinc, stay at home, we ain’t f_ckin’ with outsiders

[outro: duffy]
n_gga
we ain’t f_ckin’ with no outsiders, n_gga
you know i can’t trust none of these n_ggas
f_ck
long live the ruler
you know the truth
n_gga
i ain’t f_ckin’ with no outsiders

- otm lyrics

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