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feat killa kyleon le slim thug - o.c.d. (feat. killa kyleon & le$) - slim thug lyrics

swag, b-tch i’m fresh about the bag
every time you see me i be fresh about the tag
i keep a dough 50, keep them hoes on, yeah,
that’s right, i keep a fly ride to keep them saying it’s the sh-t
stay clean i’m a ocd n-gg-, don’t get it twisted
cause i kick it, i’m a g n-gg-
say you fly, you ain’t g6 n-gg-, that’s me n-gg-
build a stack, and the shoe 2g’s n-gg-
see n-gg-, my swag got your budget
and you ain’t gotta like it, but your b-tch sure love it
it’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s nothing when you hustling
i sat ocd, so stay the f-ck away from me

it’s for the stacks, dubs for the women
all on deck, g is i’m living
i’m a street n-gg-, with a lot of green
stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean i got swag
b-tch we turned up, these n-gg-s cut down
oh that’s your man yo, he’s just a buzz now
i’m a street n-gg-, with a lot of green
stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean i got swag

real n-gg-, one hundred, 99 they adding up
chase the paper i’m speed n-gg-,
looking back when i p-ss you up
now p-ss the cups, i’m leaning
2 zips i’m dreaming, with a bad b-tch
your last b-tch, she mine now cause i cashed yeah
i’m talking money, you’re talking slow, they all ears
i’m talking more, your pockets [?] they speechless
what the f-ck are you talking for?
fresh like a hotdog plastic, stuck on the ground like…
pedal to the floor, i’m mashing
and that red coupe look like ammo
street n-gg- not know sesame, money making my recipe
garlic weed and that french toast, making bread my specialty
all i do is count like dracula, get more, get more, stack it up
money make a [?] freaky
reverse, reverse, back it up,
she wine fine [?] my neck, my fist like colorado
rocky n-gg-, i’m stallone
serve my [?] my cologne [?] n-gg-
run that b-tch like they do
money my main your ex b-tch
running that [?] like [?] boo

grim [?] that fly, b-tch you know i’m that guy
candy tripping with my whip look like it just got baptized
beating at the truck, you n-gg-s see me when i p-ss by
i’m super tight, don’t ask why [?]
gucci belt on my [?] b-tches saying i’m pretty
fat -ss and them t-tties, got her coming out her [?]
b-tches be coming and b-tches be going,
they loving the way that a n-gg- be flowing
i’m spitting the game and it’s getting them open
i put my peninsula up in her ocean
[?] b-tch i’m sw-nging in your lane
mad because they screaming nelly [?] and not your name
my money growing on [?] them stones [?]
we somewhere naked [?] i know things

- feat killa kyleon le slim thug lyrics

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