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frat - ooooooooo (nine o's) lyrics

[intro: frat]
i’m a fly mother- from the 90’s era
frat
i got the homie j. rambo
yeah, but since i’m the first here
shout out to my birth year n-gga
ugh, ugh

[verse 1: frat]
one time for my og’s, they real trill and they grimy
two times for my women in their 20’s they be holding it down for the 90’s
lord knows your try me ,its django if you try it
that’s off the chain but on the the train if you on track for trying
and its all tracks in my diet. if i’m on the beat, then i’ma own the beat
them i’ma (sound of eating) the beat its dying
my studio is a dine in
i ‘den got it down to a science
he thinks he hotter than me? then i’m sighing
cause only three i know. thats me in a coat
and the other two died in the 90’s
she call me big poppa. we listen to pac
keep a few big puns on the track
keep a burner in my reach
and your b-tch up on my lap
i keep a chick to keep me warm and a gun for a lesson
grown folks be emotional, be the first to blow
if he a man he’ll go with his hands
you keep acting a p-ssy, i’ll keep protection
thats advice from my mom. i call that s-x ed
i keep up with a mic in my palm
just to keep me from losing my head
cause you don’t want this. nah, you don’t want no messes
you know my generation wreckless
i rep this
the

[hook]
9 ooooohs, 9 ohs, 9 ohs, 9 ohs
all my homies coming from the
9 ooooohs, 9 ohs, 9 ohs, 9 ohs
i be pulling honeys from the
9 ooooohs, 9 ohs, 9 ohs, 9 ohs
tell me what you gonna do for a young dude out of ’92

[verse 2: j. rambo]

bring me a o.e. and a big booty b-tch
a.s.a.p. n-gga

92’…95′ n-gga

look
nine-teen, you ain’t seen what i seen
by twenty-three i’m trying to live my dream. weed mixed with lean (ugh)
its only in my lane where you put in nine teens
suckers be chasing p-ssy. me, i’m all about the cream
creaming. i be clean from my head to my toes
player man, working hoes from the bed to the floor
if she ain’t coming with the head its a no
i get the head before i go
shove that leg in her throat
and she go to begging me for more
mamma’s blessing. i’ma be rich soon
we smashing out in cars and houses
i never had my own room
i’m just a young n-gga with the mind of a o.g
laid back blowing o.g
while your ho blow me
i took a trip to b.r. blowing big blunts like a o.g
my mind had been on money. i picked that sh-t up from my o.g
90’s baby bustin’ you don’t wanna see me slow creep (bow)
end of that discussion. boy, i’m thuggin’. n-ggas know me

[outro]
i’m a fly mother- from the 90’s era
i’m a fly mother- from the 90’s era
i’m a fly mother- from the 90’s era
and you can try mother–, but you can’t embarr-ss
i’m a fly mother- from the 90’s era
i’m a fly mother- from the 90’s era
i’m a fly mother- from the 90’s era
you can try. who gone do it better?

9 oh’s

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