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freddie gibbs – on me lyrics

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
rollin, pockets on bruise bruise by louken
coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
balling on me running through n-gg-s b-tches that shoot
loops cruise
not even magic blue or shaq feet
back like the b-tch ran track -ss like athletes
quite up in the peace so wait on that p-ss me
finally got that -ss b-tch, striptease be last week
i guess i got the d-ck so i make the rules
when they let the mothern-gg- play the rules
strapped up motherf-cker better play cool
even h57 that’s my favorite tune
i’m a fool dog -ss n-gg-
so go play with your kids i’m a grown -ss n-gg- b-tch
i’m a fool dog -ss n-gg-
so go play with your kids i’m a grown -ss n-gg- b-tch

[hook:]
it’s all on me i put it on me
until the day i die f-ck hoes smoke tree
we bustin up the yak you and rollin og
got bottles under table the tab they 4g
and i put it on me, me, me
i put it on me, me, me
said it’s all on me, me, me
i put it on me, me, me
said i put it on me

[verse 2: problem]
compton california that’s where i’m from
f-ck your girl p-ssy until it’s numb
do my d-mn thing and i shake like i’m pimpin
fake a state hate long as real n-gg-s recognize
i’m good, yeah yeah i’m good
taking care of my day ones and feeding on my wolf
2 3 6 fives ago i was live you know
yeah i got off more tree than woods
n-gg- it’s the real, ace of spades a deal
it ain’t what you say it’s how you say what you feel
i do it from the chest i reek of success
you ain’t seen a n-gg- this cold out the west in a long
time
boy say you wanna problem it’s a long line
super hot boy push a cold line
shawty starring at a gold mine
i’m on now, showtime

[hook]

[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
we smoking og
i meet up with my n-gg-
we chopping the whole key
i slap it on a fire he slap it on a g
but yo that’s still my folks be close since ’93
money over b-tches running with my n-gg-s
hooting with the squad the robbers and dope dealers
without these permissions i’m german the cold killers
open on the streets don’t got mercy on broke n-gg-s
i’m thugging to the east bay and my n-gg- jack of 7
i’m on the freeway i need another pack of that
you know how beef lay hit a lick flip the zippers
i told the girl i’m just the type of n-gg-
got my killer from the east bay
hit the lay i got some weight to the 8th tray
you broke it down i hit my money at the next day
hit a liquor flip the zippers
told my girl i’m just the type of n-gg-

[hook]

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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