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carns hill - oh my lyrics

[verse 1: blade brown]
oh my
i’m in the club and i just saw a n+gga that i robbed in ’09
but he didn’t say sh+t to me
that’s a victory
just another l!ck to me
oh wait, i told him get it straight
i swear i got a plug that i would never snake
he’ll probably gimmie raw that make ’em levitate
and when he ask me for them racks, i never hesitate
yeah, but don’t compare me to these mcs
go and check their pockets man, they’re empty
and my worker, man he went and copped a m3
so why you talkin’ ’bout your 10gs?

[chorus: ld]
oh my
don’t get me back to drillin’ (don’t do it)
i was comfy trap rap,sittin’ , makin’ k!llings (numbers)
i just phoned my shooter, he was in the kitchen (what’s he doin’?)
i told him stop the whippin’, grab the mac and stick the clip in (let’s stick to drillin’)
oh my (oh my)
don’t get me back to drillin’
i was comfy trap rap,sittin’ ,makin’ k!llings (yeah alla dat)
i just phoned my shooter, he was in the kitchen (whippin’)
i told him stop the whippin’, grab the mac and stick the clip in (let’s stick to drillin’)

[verse 2: sdg]
i’m ridin’ in my whip, with a hottie in it
shes sippin’ on ciroc, with some molly in it
the way i do my thing, i move so bossy with it
i can take it to the top, n+gga f+ck a limit
i do my time in the jailhouse, f+ck a visit
b+tch don’t k!ll my vibe then keep on f+ckin’ with it
i don’t do tough talk with a fake heart
’cause a real n+gga’s gonna wanna f+ckin’ k!ll it
they’re actin’ like a g ’cause they wanna live it
put them in the fire, bet they wouldn’t last a minute
you can’t tell me ’bout the streets, i’m already in it
you’re gonna get your heat, i’m already with it

[chorus: ld]
oh my
don’t get me back to drillin’ (don’t do it)
i was comfy trap rap,sittin’ ,makin’ k!llings (numbers)
i just phoned my shooter, he was in the kitchen (what’s he doin’?)
i told him stop the whippin’, grab the mac and stick the clip in (let’s stick to drillin’)
oh my (oh my)
don’t get me back to drillin’
i was comfy trap rap ,sittin’ ,makin’ k!llings (yeah alla dat)
i just phoned my shooter, he was in the kitchen (whippin’)
i told him stop the whippin’, grab the mac and stick the clip in (let’s stick to drillin’)

- carns hill lyrics

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