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otm frenchyy - i need a lick lyrics

[intro: otm frenchyy]
yeah
i need a l!ck
huh?

[verse 1: otm frenchyy]
i need a l!ck, i’m down bad, i’m on my d-ck
i came up from selling dimes and selling nicks
.40 glock it got a beam with a d-ck
kick down your door, run in your house, and take your sh-t
i was broke, ain’t have nothing, i had to hustle
got it out the mud, got it off the muscle, i’m from the gutter
i got a plug, his name pedro, he got them zones
he plugged in with perico in medellin
i need a l!ck, i’m down bad, i’m on my d-ck
he in that stolo with no tint, look like a fish
going viral, otm shooters, call up lil ruger
c-ck back that pistol and pop his medulla, call him medusa
i was trappin’ selling four-dollar sacks off at the school
remember khari got caught up with that fire, was on the news
i was thuggin’, jumped off the post, and hit the north
pulling doors and jacking cars ’cause i was broke

[chorus: otm frenchyy]
i need a l!ck, i’m down bad, i’m on my d-ck
i need a zip so i can flip and stack my chips
i need a l!ck, i’m down bad, i’m on my d-ck
i need a zip so i can flip and stack my chips
i need a l!ck

[verse 2: gee]
we slang cutters (what?), n-gga, i ain’t no buster (b-tch)
diamonds dancing like usher, try to touch me, bro gon’ bust you
them white folks got behind us, we was rolling marijuana
b-tch, i smoke on that ganja, f-ck the daughter, f-ck the mama (gas)
and b-tch we ’bout the drama, f-ck boy you know that (f-ck boy)
i’m chain swinging, diamonds blinging, bopping just like kodak
i’m in my d-ckies with my fitted and a f-cking throwback
i’m getting litty, she gon’ l!ck me when she bring my dope back (b-tch, i’m lit)
i gave my young n-gga two pounds and told him bring me four back (my young, young n-gga)
and if my money all together, i might throw a four pack (it’s goin’ down, n-gga)
climb through your window for your tv, i was only 16 (your samsung, n-gga)
i called my buddy. said i’m coming, meet me at the celine (f-ckin’ b-tch, n-gga)
i pull up on you, windows drop, and turn your sh-t into a scene
extended clip that’s hanging out, them bullets at where you dream
i made a thirty piece, when i was in that mustang
i bought a dirty stick, and spent 2k on a ring
i’m insane, make it rain, b-tches f-cking for change
i do my thing with them trees, and do my thing with that ‘caine (that white)
i’m switching lanes, french just turnt up so you know we gon’ bang (french)
and i’m from 3800, that bbg, that’s my gang (3800)

- otm frenchyy lyrics

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