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bom dj - on my own lyrics

(chrous)
-bom dj-
taught my self how to jugg i did it on my own
if it ain’t about no cheese then dont call my phone
i made sure my n-gga ate gave my dog a bone
i ain’t f-cking with them n-ggas they all some hoes
i can’t hustle with these n-ggas they all den told
did it once do it again so they all gone fold
she got approved for 5 jacks i need all them phones
and she gone throw the p-ssy back cause the dog den sold

(verse1)
everything i ever did i did it by myself
266 ent b-tch i signed myself
yo in yo feelings bouta hoe man go find some help
my fit cost more than yo rent im designed by wealth

me and mike den made a k!llin off the moneypak
take yo b-tch and hit her once and she ain’t comin back
trey on the phone with att like ship them other jacks
me and woods diking to the party yea we comin strapped

who tf callin my phone d-mn its my ex b-tch
truth be told this b-tch the reason that im reckless
she the reason im gone prolly dog my next b-tch
might make the b-tch famous if i put her in my next sh-t

i get respect around this b-tch so n-ggas f-ck wit me
you ain’t my mans boy you ain’t even made a buck with me
how much you putting on this giffy sir? try 150
i keep this sh-t up pretty soon ill be done touched 50

(chrous)
taught my self how to jugg i did it on my own
if it ain’t about no cheese then dont call my phone
i made sure my n-gga ate gave my dog a bone
i ain’t f-cking with them n-ggas they all some hoes
i can’t hustle with these n-ggas they all den told
did it once do it again so they all gone fold
she got approved for 5 jacks i need all them phones
and she gone throw the p-ssy back cause the dog den sold

(verse2)
i had them bands in 9th grade from f-cking with the juggs
and never had my hand out lets get that understood
you ain’t really have my back like i thought you would
but all my n-ggas carry round that heat like a coffy mugg

5 jacks thats 5 racks the ham was so sick
everytime i used to cop a piece that b-tch fasho hit
she text my phone everyday boy how thats yo b-tch
she asking for some money i ain’t got it call it go fish

n-ggas said they hit the road but what they touch tho
he out here sick i treat his b-tch like she a busto
you n-ggas cappin what you actin like you tough fo
hit this b-tch one time i bet you turn into my custo

p-ssy n-ggas actin tough naw we ain’t into that
steady faking on the net me i ain’t finna cap
ain’t trippin on no loss cause i can get it back
f-ck around put 30 on yo head just like a fitted cap

- bom dj lyrics

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