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ohgeesy - secret service lyrics

[intro]
my nig+my n+gga menace on the beat, ayy, ayy, ayy
ron+ron, yeah, hey, hey, hey
gang, gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ron+ron do that sh+t

[verse 1]
it’s money over b+tches, but you knew that?
i done jaked the hunnid bands, and i blew that
told your b+tch “i want some p+ssy”, and she do that
twenty bands ‘n kick it in the section, it’s a coupé
i want it all blue chips, like some cool ranch
i throw my money in the air, do a cool dance
evisu hanging off my ass, these some cool pants
off the percs, i meditate like a buddhist
i got a older bi’, she say i’m the cutest
n+gga switch like a b+tch, like they judas
still rock true religion, i’m the truest
i wish my lawyer happy hanukkah, he jewish
[chorus]
secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
twenty escalades like obama in this b+tch
private residential, got a million dollar crib
it’s money over everything, n+gga f+ck a b+tch
secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
twenty escalades like obama in this b+tch
private residential, got a million dollar crib
it’s money over everything, n+gga f+ck a b+tch

[verse 2]
lil n+gga that’s a trap phone
i’m like a dyk+ in this club with the strap on
i can spit it at your b+tch, get my mac on
karate kid i talk a brick, n+gga wax on
chopstick not the type you eat the food with
i got the d+ck for you and every b+tch you cool with
b+tches act so ashanti, foolish
so i f+ck ’em one time, then i’m through with ’em
n+gga f+ck one time, i ain’t cool with ’em
my n+gga don’t do construction keep a tool with ’em
he goin’ stoopid ay, i’mma act a fool with ’em
before we set a n+gga up, we act cool with ’em

[chorus]
secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
twenty escalades like obama in this b+tch
private residential, got a million dollar crib
it’s money over everything, n+gga f+ck a b+tch
secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
twenty escalades like obama in this b+tch
private residential, got a million dollar crib
it’s money over everything, n+gga f+ck a b+tch
[verse 3]
third verse, now i don’t usually do this
i got a question baby, would you let the crew hit?
you like married to your n+gga try some new d+ck
sell heroin to a junkie tell ’em shoot it
we at the club for the b+tches, start recruiting
that n+gga bunt me, we goin’ get to shootin’
we at the club for the b+tches, start recruiting
that n+gga come at me wrong, we get to shootin’
presidential rolex n+gga, secret service
i see twelve in the field, i get nervous
i’m in the hills right now, i got no service
i was selling coke but i knew i had a purpose

- ohgeesy lyrics

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