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og wax - dancers lyrics

[hook]
and that’s just how it is
you know what it is
and that’s just how it is
you know what it is
and that’s just how it is
you know what it is
b-tches love to be called that sh-t (x2)

{verse 1]
chilling with my homie at his pad
htmn b-tch better remember that brand
keep my hand on my strap
gonna peel caps roll fast
better roll backwoods good in the lab
making more bands than what’s in your hand
we have problems this is our plan
if you can’t f-ck with me
then you can’t f-ck with the clan
b-tch we gonna pull up out k!ller’s van
b-tch ran faster than a panther
when he heard them shots coming from my blaster
you f-cking lazy b-st-rd
better not f-ck with the masters
real og’s we ain’t no actors
we gonna close your book so f-ck your chapter
do you really think that your life really matters?
got b-tches who like to be called dancers

[hook 2]

[verse 2]
b-tches love to be called that sh-t
but i got more respect if she takes it all in
better hope she a virgin so i can play a surgeon
in my king size bed
gonna get more than head
gonna maker her spread her legs
gonna tear it to shreds
even if i’m underage she don’t care about the feds
after a long day of getting brain
i just went out my way to get paid
better stay inside if you don’t wanna get sprayed
gonna send your b-tch -ss down the drain
b-tch face gonna be whiter than cocaine
b-tch you already know hotboxing’s my domain
trapping in this b-tch, free gucci mane
coming at you faster than a train
silent k!ll gonna k!ll you with my chain
b-tch after this i’m gonna go kick it with my home girl mary jane

[hook 3]

[verse 3]
syrup in my sprite b-tch it’s not alright
when i come to you it’s gonna be bright shine
f-ck old english only hundred dollar bottles of wine
homies throwing up their gang signs
never ever gang bang never p-ssed out b-tch i can hang
gonna remain as insane
as a young underage drug dealer can explain
posted on the block got money in my sock
homies on the west side with the smith and wesson
gonna threaten people who have tried them
never smoked any tree stems
you can bet i got them gems all up in my carats
running from the cops jumping over fences
got arrested for drugs in my possession
b-tch i never asked any questions
better not do any confessing
-mumbling-

- og wax lyrics

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