og_tater - or less-aj feat. tater, true pacman lyrics
hook:aj
you talking sh-t or less
and you know you bringing the stress
and no you not the best so go ahead and give it a rest
you n-ggas playin’ sides like a m-th-f-cking ref
yall n-ggas hatin’ cuz yall know that we are the best. (x2)
verse 1: aj
i thank god everyday i wake up
it was time for me to get up
and everyday im with my brothers we steady getting this cake up
yall see that yall can’t beat us
not even the streets can stop us
all i gotta tell you is get your guap up
now its time to boss yo life up
n-gga thats how i was brought up and now its time to turn up
when do we ever turn down we always turnt the f-ck up
you soft n-ggas can’t see us
you fufu n-ggas wanna be us
when you see us you should know whats up
are we gone bump or what
cuz we just dont give a f-ck
in my eyes we already won nah n-gga we won and done
are you stupid or sum
cuz you know you on the run but yet you still tryna bump n-ggas soft so i say whats up
just to you find out you can’t bump
hook: aj
you talking sh-t or less
and you know you bringing the stress
and no you not the best so go ahead and give it a rest
you n-ggas playin’ sides like a m-th-f-cking ref
yall n-ggas hatin’ cuz yall know that we are the best. (x2)
verse 2: tater
you talking sh-t or less
you can catch shots to the chest
i hope that you know whats best these bullets gone put you to the test
you f-ck with us you get the squad
you n-ggas know you better pray to god
are you hatin’ on how we ball all this money n-gga thats how we ball
im ballin’ no pau gasol
started taking shots so you know whats next
we just took yo plate n-gga, so we coming at yall necks
yall n-ggas hatin’ cuz you kno that we the best
you n-ggas playin’ sides like a m-th-f-cking ref
you cross me that will be the last time
you won’t see the sun again
i got dogs them b-tches bite them guns bang you been in a fight
stop playing stupid n-gga you can just die tonight
our bars out this world n-gga just know that we out of sight
hook: aj
verse 3: true pacman
you talkin’ sh-t bout us
my young n-ggas gon’ bust
them gun triggers get touched eat these sh-lls for lunch you get stuffed
when yo b-tch see me she gon blush
you a soft n-gga straight [?]
this 45 it would [?]and ill be dodging them cuffs
enough ain’t [?] enough
so imma give it my all
if i gotta go rob peter best believe im gone paul
i be grooming at them like ceaser cuz a n-gga like me gotta ball
grab a swisher and a lil reefer and im on my way to the mall
you talking sh-t or less n-gga you can meet this tec
you sneak dissin on our name you literally talk yourselves to death
yo niquill -ss rhymes lil n-gga go and give it a rest. deadman entertainment team guapanesse and agp is the best
hook: aj
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