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og win - 32 bars lyrics

verse 1:
i take a trip and i flip whenever
ill take yo b-tch and ill f-ck whenever
im tuning in if its bout the cheddar
i sold them grams 28 or better
ill take a beat and ill rip whatever
i just bust down and i bought a bessle
she get no time unless she on my schedule
i f-ck that b-tch first time i met her
i told my n-ggas its now or never
i see my life at a different level
i told lil nino to keep his head up
me and my soldiers gone stick together
me and my n-ggas get rich together
i bought some choppers to stack that bread up
i took a chance now im set forever
i can get you wack like yesterday
i can get you robbed broad day
draco in my hand when i pray
it ain’t nothing gone catch a case
use to hide them sticks where i hol up
use to hide them bricks where i hol up
dark black tints when i roll up
lost my father to the chain gang
swear to god this sh-t really hurt me
lost my partners to the same thang
lord forgive us please have mercy
lost my uncle to the drug game
i think the devil really tryna curse me
my og’s sold cocaine, tryna whip up a mcflurry
i can still smell the pots burning
i can still smell the glocks burning
had a plan but the cops learned it
phone tapped think the feds heard me
asked me questions but my mind blurry
want me buried but i ain’t worried
30 shots that’s that steph curry
all white like detergent
i can still see my b-tch turnin
turned her back i had low earning
money low now they do ya dirty
blowing bands now these b-tches thirsty
ain’t got a chance but she still flirting
she on her period but her mouth working
last week lil mama curved me
she don’t deserve me
i won’t have it
skip the chattin
zip the package
we was stackin inside the rentals
we was trappin
dodging traffic
me and spin master wit some gang members
i can tell by yo homie eyes they ain’t gone bang wit you
life sentence both snitches alpha written
they gone sing wit you
i don’t wanna kick it wit ya
drank wit ya
skate wit ya
hang wit ya
tell ya friends they can keep the p-ssy baby they lame wit you
og win 9’s and 10’s yellin they all wanna take pictures
9 times out a 10 wit took a pic babegurl i prolly hit ya
real n-ggas understand me
we pop bottles not zannys
baby daddy can’t get right i tell em i’ll be the pappy
i tell my little n-gga sit tight
i pull up on him wit a banshee
it’s god money power family
i’ll sell that dope to yo mami
walked in the club and i lit it up
ain’t met a b-tch yet that i can’t f-ck
baking soda pyrex fill it up i
add a little water and i seal it up
i zip it up
send it up
ship it up
did it up
get it up
give it up
live it up
all black truck and it’s tinted up
n-gga got a problem and we hit em up
im in da hood wit a bag on me
i hit da booth wit a mask on me
my lil partner caught body body
941 vs everybody
og win vs anybody
god money vs everybody
puppet master i know you heard about me
32 bars and i’m chewing em
i’m going ape like a zoo wit em
slide wit a tool and i’m scr-w-ng em
money bags wit the blue in em
she got a friend yea a few of em
she bring a friend now it’s 2 of em
i make em kiss while i’m doin em
hop out the whip and i ruin em
bodies on bodies and they viewing em
paramedics out there gluing
double back at ya funeral
we sending out no apologies
always win that’s the policy
all my n-ggas down to follow me
my lil woahdy gotta count on me
i’m spending the cash while making it back
me and the money forever gon match
i know the plug he make it from stratch
carry the city right dead on my back
carry the pressure right dead on my back
save me the lecture my verses a stack
i cut her off she get too attached
i can get ya wacked yesterday
i can get ya robbed broad day
draco in my hand when i pray
it ain’t nothing to catch a case
use to hide them sticks where i stay
use to hide the bricks where i stay
money bags stuff it in the safe

- og win lyrics

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