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22nd jim – ocean blue tints lyrics

ocean blue tints lyrics
[intro]
(dtb, that’s a slap)

[verse 1: baby money]
ocean blue tint, i’m a shark in the benz
we don’t rap at all, we just talk what we live
you can run off, i’ma off a n+gga kid
if i know the brick good, i’ma make them n+ggas bid
not used to blowin’ glocks, first gun was the sig
a n+gga say he hate me, probably f+cked a n+gga b+tch
celine to the floor, from my buckle to the stick
and the whole city love me, got a couple n+ggas rich
caught thirty ‘bows, i got thirty in my stick
my n+gga bond a milli’, boy, don’t worry, i’ma get you
your b+tch love the gang when she heard that we them n+ggas
hundred thousand on me cash, i’m in oakland buyin’ chicken

[verse 2: 22nd jim & babytron]
glock on me now, ballin’ like i play with pistons
22nd n+gga, known for standin’ on that business
n+ggas try to keep up with the gang, but n+ggas finishеd
hit they blocks with them switches, wе ain’t leavin’ not a witness
amiri did the jeans, you can tell by the stitches
i just landed in new york, i’m just waitin’ on the shipment
got all your hoes tryna f+ck ’cause they know you n+ggas b+tches
tried to told you i was comin’, but you n+ggas didn’t listen
don’t slide down this block unless i give your ass permission
plain jane rollie, could’ve went and bought a business
drop sixty on the ap, treat the playoff like a scrimmage
we the n+ggas with the sauce, not the ones who tryna steal it (yeah)
[verse 3: babytron]
walked his ass down, cartiers off the balaclava
hundred in the clip, i’ll slide down to drop a dollar
ain’t no moneybagg runtz in, but i got obama
talkin’ big pape’, but your bank account ain’t got a comma
i be scammin’, unky flippin’ grams, acrobatic
reach for a pendant, guarantee that’s a casualty
trackhawk with the hennessy, this the fastest jeep
star player, guarantee we win if you pass to me
all that cappin’ in the booth, but we know the truth
bougie in the wintertime, don’t you see the coated boots?
in the lab with lando mixin’ potion juice
stack it to the ceiling, young bull, that’s what you ‘posed to do

- 22nd jim lyrics

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