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cb radio - oe 800 lyrics

[verse 1]
not what you expected homie looks can be deceiving
you got mail i’m the sender shes receiving
as i’m fighting with this liquor
as i’m hitting on the bottle
beer goggles on, every girls a model
so you know its money season
so i’m hunting for some dough
i’m just starting on my grind
i still got a ways to go
i’m just trying to do me b-tch
tell me what you’re all about
i’m waste management
bout to take the garbage out
overlooked by everyone
dont know my own worth
senioritis kick in
making beats my homework
and writing sixteens
thats extra credit
get on the train soon
cuz if not you gone regret it
but f-ck it i ain’t stressing
and if i am ill roll an l
i’m so d-mn hot
you would think that i was born in h-ll
i’m a mexican
and i know what my heart for
d on the end snap it back hartford

[hook]
sipping slow on the oe
kicking back with homies
getting lifted as we smoke trees
and these girls wanna blow me
cuz we having such a good time
chilling out spitting hot rhymes
kicking it with some hot dimes
can’t believe that this life’s mine

[verse 2]
money in the bank so in the whip i’m feeling crispy
as we cruise around the city
finding girls who want to kiss me
and they picky but just trust me i ain’t giving a f-ck
cuz i got the type of rhymes that are leaving you stuck
so what the f-ck you want
i hear that you got some beef
well listen there’s the kitchen
how bout we cook with heat
and i see that you want it
so the good sh-t i’m a flaunt it
so we doing bong rips
sipping slow until the song splits
or till the record stops
so flip the side over
leaving while i’m lifted
cuz i can’t drive sober
and now i’m driving slower
i ain’t speeding now
i got that pro type flow
i’m eating wheaties now
i see you getting greedy
my lifestyle is the sh-t
to leave you’ll have to fire me
cuz i will never quit
my lines are so legit
admit you spilled your coffee kid
you didn’t see it can’t believe it
i’m the best, b-tch

[hook]

[verse 3]
now what the f-ck did you expect
a tight fitting blue suit
s across my chest
i’m not superman, i’m just a super man
who be ripping through this crime book any way i can
with a million different outfits
hot addiction to the fashion
i’m just trynna do me
having fun’s my course of action
if b-tches talking sh-t
i’m a put you on my sh-t list
admitting it or not i’m the greatest your a witness
they say you need some arrogance
so me i’m being arrogant
making all this music
something like a daily errand b-tch
doing what i want to do b-tch i have no shame
and these ladies want to f-ck me
they don’t even know my name
and i got to beat them off me
i’m done beating off see
these honeys think there’s money
thats the reason why they want me
i roll one up, you pull down my pants
the biddies with the t-tties
tell me can you make them dance

[hook]

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