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o.b. fly - superstitious lyrics

[intro: frank whitee]
watchin out for the venom spitters
and the rats call em cheese eaters
circle smaller than a pepperoni
i just want a slice like a pizza

[chorus: frank whitee]
i turned my rags to riches (riches)
i want the bags n b-tches (b-tches)
dead people on me (aye)
superst-tious (superst-tious)
i turned my rags to riches (i turned my rags to riches)
i want the bags n b-tches (i want the)
dead people on me (dead people on me)
superst-tious (aye)
leave a n-gga dead in the living room (aye)
imma true god n-gga who are you (aye)
mama look bad i wanna peek at you
static running through me like pikachu
leave a n-gga dead in the living room (aye)
imma true god n-gga who are you (you)
mama look bad i wanna peek at you
static running through me like pikachu (aye aye)

[verse 1: e.rog]
b-tch i’m e rogers i came from the bottom i rose to the top like derrick lil b-tch
born with out money dying with money before i leave earth my fam will be rich
baddest b-tches (uh huh)
i bag i them b-tches
g35 that’s my whip, foreign whippin
blue faces all in my wallet ben franklin my n-gga
done being broke got tired of the sh-t was fed up my n-gga
robbing and stealing and taking from people was all that i though about
done with that phase 10 toes i stay n-gga no falling down
blessed to see another day i gotta stay prayed up
coulda been in jail or dead instead i’m stacking bread up
thank the lord for all this sh-t with out him straight stuck
better kno cause if you don’t fasho you life stay rough

[chorus: frank whitee]]
i turned my rags to riches (riches)
i want the bags n b-tches (b-tches)
dead people on me (aye)
superst-tious (superst-tious)
i turned my rags to riches (i turned my rags to riches)
i want the bags n b-tches (i want the)
dead people on me (dead people on me)
superst-tious (aye)
leave a n-gga dead in the living room (aye)
imma true god n-gga who are you (aye)
mama look bad i wanna peek at you
static running through me like pikachu
leave a n-gga dead in the living room (aye)
imma true god n-gga who are you (you)
mama look bad i wanna peek at you
static running through me like pikachu (aye aye)

[verse 2: o.b. fly]
she came wit a friend n they look alike
bein dead broke my kryptonite
f-ck wit a n-gga thatll get you right
was a lost soul but i found the light
they had me locked wit the shooters
running, the devil tryna pursue us
used to b trapping off the school bus
you ain’t change you still wit that loser
can’t do no talkin thief in the night
after i give her d-ck she goin strike
took my wings off its fight or flight
a n-gga came up n ain’t even white
pay attention to how people do ya
cross me n-gga hallelujah
i was 18 i f-cked a wit a cougar
can’t stay here got that b-tch a uber

[bridge: frank whitee]
leave a n-gga dead in the living room
imma true god n-gga who is you
lil mama lookin bad i wanna peek at you
static running through my body like i’m pikachu (aye)

[verse 3: smg krys]
i f-ck the baddest b-tches
no lie n-gga no superst-tious
my b-tch is promiscuous
my d-ck in her mouth she don’t need a kiss
i am a player no wifin’ it
but all night u should know that i’m piping it
fly -ss n-gga been that from the start
like the emoji i got a black heart
whats on my coat a g and a star
you a fruit loop why u acting so hard
you say you can rap but you getting out bared
you should start singing el debarge
young -ss n-gga got a cold heart
i f-ck all my b-tches in the dark
how he the plug and ain’t got no narcs
i put the b-tch on the drugs pints
i do all my jugs wit grimes, ounce again i only f-ck on dimes
all of my n-ggas keep 9’s
if i f-ck a 8 it’s 2 at a time

- o b fly lyrics

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