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otm frenchyy - trials & tribulations lyrics

[intro: otm frenchyy]
i been goin’ through a lot of sh-t lately, n-gg-
trap
these crackers, my b-tch, and my n-gg-

[chorus: otm ruger & otm frenchyy]
trials and tribulations, i sold my soul to the streets
i was road running, i was chasing that cheese
i went headfirst, they locked me up in that system
they took me away from my b-tch and all of my n-gg-s
trials and tribulations, i sold my soul to the streets
i was road running, i was chasing that cheese
i went headfirst, they locked me up in that system
they took me away from my b-tch and all of my n-gg-s

[verse 1: otm ruger]
and i’ma tell you ’bout my trials and tribulations
crackers got lil ruger under investigation
said i got more sticks than all the f-ckin’ haitians
man, this sh-t here funny, boy, these crackers crazy
i’m just tryna blow and run a sack up
you can call a n-gg- doug martin
i got a couple n-gg-s that’ll whack you
and we ganged up just like the spartans (300)
forever otm, and b-tch, i’m ble
remember i was broke and i ain’t have no cheese
started going hitting whale in manatee (that’s a different county)
i ain’t even from there but know all the streets (know every street)
run up to a foreign and i find the keys (i got the keys)
thuggin’ with lil savage and my dawg sd
hoops not for that glock-23
c-money had the .40 with the f-ckin’ beam (that b-tch is green)
i’m a dream chaser, chasing after dreams (chasing dreams)
lil ruger tryna make it, put me on the scene (put me on the scene)
come down to the heist and we’ll sell you clean (we got some clean)
we’ll show you some sh-t that you ain’t never seen

[verse 2: otm frenchyy]
ayy, i been through a lot of trials and tribulations
i seen a couple n-gg-s fold in that interrogation
that’s the main reason i don’t need a codefendant
the hardest n-gg- be the first n-gg- start snitching
the same n-gg- claim they jumped off the porch
be the same n-gg- still livin’ on the floor
how you a street n-gg-, still cryin’ ’bout a b-tch?
i got these b-tches cryin’ every time i give ’em d-ck
eeny meeny miny mo, i’m ’bout to blow
f-ckin’ on these n-gg-s’ b-tches, i call ’em hoes
we don’t play with baby pistols, we tote poles
got the major labels callin’, blowin’ up the phone, ayy
trap n-gg-, i know how to get your b-tch wet, ayy
once i f-ck your b-tch, you won’t get your b-tch back, ayy
broke n-gg-, you can’t even get a brick back
how you a dope boy, still sellin’ nick sacks, b-tch?

- otm frenchyy lyrics

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