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otienium - bull lyrics

i’m a poet motherf+cker this a ballad
bending rules like they malleable
go get yourself mallet
big arbab in my city
drinking karak outta chalice
bringing food to the table
and i got a picky palate
if the price ain’t right
then your offer is invalid
tryna travel to miami
just to chill with dj khaled
catch a flight to palestine
and build my grandmama a palace
tint the windows on the db9
and get the body matted (aha)
boss

pull up with the dawgs
white people peeping
thinking that we ’bout to blow a mosque
i can feel the money coming
prolly end up on the forbes
and of course, i done lost
way before i got to floss
yeah i drip in the sauce
when i’m dressing like a salad
moving like rick ross
and i made that sh+t a habit
and to those who oppose
i’m a hitler type of malice
i be tripping you be tripping
only difference is the balance (ya rab)
khalili all the people i love
let it be for my mama
if i ever eat a slug
when you raised in the jungle
it’s hard to believe the love
all the compliments i get
get swept under the rug
sweeping sweeping sweeping
can’t bully the bull
when i see a red flag
i’ma spazz 3ala6ool
i been watching your moves
’cause enta mas6ool
and i can’t wait to see what you do next
you a clown in a circus
move around in circles
by the way that you move
we can tell that you nervous
hope you find your purpose
yeah we pray that you fine
pray every time
pray you don’t lose your mind
’cause you capping all the time
who you lying to
is it me or your mom or your papa
first time i met my dad
i couldn’t wait to say bye+bye
anybody could get that drive+by
watch out rraaa
aha yeah i’m two+faced
love the rollies with the
motherucking baby blue face
cop one for my daughter
my mama, my grandma
that’s word to my grandfather
i set up my granddaughter
till my due date
i’m gon’ f+cking ball in a foreign
rollin through my city with my baby there, snoring
pick ’em up and drop ’em off at school every morning
you can be the same this a motherf+cking warning
yeah that’s hard knocks
let’s see if you man up in that b+tch
got a cigar box
locked inside the locker in that b+tch
and it’s still inside
motherf+ckers like me live forever
yeah we never die
praying for the day you waken up
and finally realize
i’m one of the illest to ever cough on a beat
one of the realest, one of the biggest, not with the gimmicks
kept it a hundred and never got in my feelings
i’m a breath of fresh air to these motherf+cking critics
yeah i kept it real
when n0body would and i’m still here
made a move
when n0body should yeah i’m fearless
mama here
so everything good mind your business
couldn’t care
if i’m on your diss or your hit list

come at me
not with hashtags and retweet’s
when u come at me
best know that i’m ’bout the beef
and i stir it up
stir fry fry fry fry fry your ass
we came from the bottom
turned out f+cking hope into cash (aha)
boss
pull up with the dawgs
i can see the reaper creeping
people peeping on my sauce
i be cruising through my city
on my way to the forbes
and i made it far
maybe not for you, papas pesos got you a head+start
i won’t pay no mind to your shots
if all of em airball
i’m the f+cking chef with the pots
on that millionaire talk
and i got a picky palate
motherf+cker i’m ot
and this a motherf+cking ballad
(aha)

- otienium lyrics

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