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flammy marciano – og’s lyrics

[intro]
yeah x4
yo
my own tracks put a nigga on
and he ain’t never ever did me wrong (never)
yall listen to some weird niggas (yeah you do)
niggas that ain’t never had a hard song
og’s showed me how to move in a room
taught me not to -ssume with you dudes
taught me to keep my hands in my pockets
and when it come to fam keep my hand on the rocket
man trace said the steak ain’t right without the a1
steak dipped in the sauce and they come
stay with me these lames can’t play with me
even if i’m in the a i’ll always have the bay with me
at the age
where i could be game now
tell the youngest nigga wait when they way down
become a sponge and you straight
don’t sit there just wait
get yours from the gates
secure your bag in the place

[chorus]

this one’s for the hooomies yeah
i couldn’t do this without the og’s yeah
ganged up im feeling holy
you know me baby i stay loooww key yeah
get your bengal daddy and stay cozy yeah
this one’s for the og’s
you know me baby

[verse 1]

look, man this shit is not a joke
you a lame and your niggas on the same boat
my daddy taught me all the old game
now im the man and i oversee the whole thing
fit all black like soul train
train so hard i get no days off nigga no way
man its dumb loot
like a dentist where your girl show me what that tonge do
kick game like kung fu
niggas say they real tell me somthin true
one milli in the blue
tropicana fruit the kid got the juice
your girl said she love me i said tell me somthin new
like a groupie i go crazy for the bands
leaned how to hustle from og’s and the fam
they taught me all my player ways and how to be a man
so ima show em how to win if i get a chance yeah

[chorus]

[verse 2]

yo from josy to the town
from sac to the city
know a lot about a little
from the soft to the gritty
like to never play a girl if she won’t ride for you
and to never snake your brother if he’ll die for you
dont bring swooshes to out session
go pray and count your blessings
and if she just decide don’t trip stop stressin
don’t know how to talk to 4-5
aye yo sad off
and if they sleepin on your lap then fuck niggas not on
don’t ride if you got warrants cuz my whip ain’t got no tag
we roastin don’t get hurt nigga just sit back and laugh
get it how you live but don’t give up cuz you shook
write your brothers in the pen
put some money on his books
and make sure your team eat
so you ain’t gotta hear a belly (nah)
ain’t shit sweet boy not even in your deli
get your bread no not deli
and make all these niggas jelly
an og sprinkle me lets order pastarely

[chorus]

- flammy marciano lyrics

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