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omb peezy - hell yeah lyrics

[intro]
(mano)
(og parker)

[chorus: omb peezy]
look, upscale hotel, i just walked in with a ratchet
and lil’ freak b+tch wanna walk in with me ’cause they ain’t pick up her baggage
she trippin’
wonder why all the real n+ggas keep dyin’ ’cause these f+ck n+ggas missing
and that’s why i ain’t tryna pick none of these lil’ hoes ’cause these f+ck n+ggas d+cking
look, h+ll yeah, b+tch, you f+ckin’ right i got my pistol with me
h+ll yeah, we ain’t got time to fight, got a lil’ hitter with me
look, f+ck no, can’t fall for the trick, b+tch, you fake independent
f+ck no, won’t hop in the game unless i’m tryna win it

[verse 1: omb peezy]
i can’t sleep at all when i’m deep in beef, i gotta clear that sh+t
can’t get set up at all, you set me up, then i gotta k!ll that b+tch
dreaded up, i should get some wicks
gon’ murk you and whoever you with
and can’t everybody go with me
when i’m goin’ to hit a l!ck, yeah
yeah, i might leave some sh+t there
i come from the bricks, yeah
you just come to give me head
you ain’t layin’ in my bed
get that top, then hit the road
no, i can’t go up the road
i’ll never sell my soul
done seen lot of n+ggas fold
seen a lot of n+ggas change
when they get behind them chains
they say they f+ckin’ mama name
just not to be the one to blame
you know you better have some motherf+ckin’ aim, boy
’cause them lil’ n+ggas, they can’t wait to bust your brain, boy, yeah
[chorus: omb peezy & tee grizzley]
look, upscale hotel, i just walked in with a ratchet
and lil’ freak b+tch wanna walk in with me ’cause they ain’t pick up her baggage
she trippin’
wonder why all the real n+ggas keep dyin’ ’cause these f+ck n+ggas missing
and that’s why i ain’t tryna pick none of these lil’ hoes ’cause these f+ck n+ggas d+cking
look, h+ll yeah, b+tch, you f+ckin’ right i got my pistol with me
h+ll yeah, we ain’t got time to fight, got a lil’ hitter with me
look, f+ck no, can’t fall for the trick, b+tch, you fake independent
f+ck no, won’t hop in the game unless i’m tryna win it (oh, yeah)

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
question asked, we shh, shh
catch ’em slippin’, frrt, frrt
shoot it ’til it cl!ck, cl!ck
n+ggas really b+tches
play, we gon’ f+ck up your day and post outside your mama house
slide for me, i’ll slide for you, you go to jail, i’ll bond you out (we get you out of there)
these n+ggas know who not to f+ck with, we be clutchin’ b+ttons (brrt)
these n+ggas, they got me disgusted, way too much d+ck suckin’ (hoes)
these b+tches know they can’t get nothin’ but a hard time
you see how these pointers shine, b+tch, that come from hard grind
still trappin’, still active, can’t help it, that’s how we live
can’t f+ck with you if you ratted, free my n+ggas doin’ bids (real)
get the addy, we gon’ catch ’em, k!llers gon’ ride past his crib
call the ar girl fight, them chopper shots knock off his wig
[chorus: omb peezy]
look, upscale hotel, i just walked in with a ratchet
and lil’ freak b+tch wanna walk in with me ’cause they ain’t pick up her baggage
she trippin’
wonder why all the real n+ggas keep dyin’ ’cause these f+ck n+ggas missing
and that’s why i ain’t tryna pick none of these lil’ hoes ’cause these f+ck n+ggas d+cking
look, h+ll yeah, b+tch, you f+ckin’ right i got my pistol with me
h+ll yeah, we ain’t got time to fight, got a lil’ hitter with me
look, f+ck no, can’t fall for the trick, b+tch, you fake independent
f+ck no, won’t hop in the game unless i’m tryna win it

- omb peezy lyrics

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