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otm - young og’s lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
go on and take a seat by them losers
n+ggas pump fakin’, they don’t get no dough, that’s an illusion
they’ll do anything for a trophy
puff+puff, we’ll spark this sig up like it’s hookah, ugh

[chorus: blue pesos]
og’s see me up in traffic, they salute me
’bout a half a million dollars off our music
fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie
pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon’ shoot him

[verse 1: blue pesos]
keep it pushin’, i don’t wanna hear no foolish
outside with bl!ck with a ten in my gucci
you want static? why you actin’ like a b+tch?
she’s a punk rock ho, she ain’t bringin’ you no chip
p without a stick, that’s a myth
if he really want problems, i’ll shoot him in his chin
she from the other side of town, ain’t never been up in the hills
she said, “p, do you love me?” sh+t, not even a little
i’m doctor dolittle, have gorillas poppin’ out
if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, i ain’t gon’ see us poppin’ out
off the mussle for the win, let me sayin’ that sh+t loud
you only got one life, so make it count
i laughed at n+ggas’ faces when they said a hundred thousand
add nine hundred more, this sh+t, maybe you could sign me
i’m not the one, b+tch, i always keep a .9
is it worth it? i’ma let you decide
ugh
[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
og’s see me up in traffic, they salute me
’bout a half a million dollars off our music
fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie
pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon’ shoot him (sh+t)
og’s see me up in traffic, they salute me (sh+t)
’bout a half a million dollars off our music, b+tch (b+tch, sh+t)
fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie (n+gga, let me get in my bag)
pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon’ shoot him

[verse 2: duffy]
b+tch, move, only blues can seduce me
.223s in his coupe, he had hoop dreams
kicked the door down for the bag, no bruce lee
you want this chain, n+gga? you gon’ have to shoot me
he ain’t never seen nina, introduce him
what we doin’? don’t get put up in this loose leaf
sh+t get spooky, n+ggas sweeter than some ice cream
rap n+ggas mad ’cause they don’t get no streams
fled the scene, mojo l like a man
i heard he ain’t good in his hood, he got banned
probably get up on the stand if i flatlined his mans
my out of town b+tch bad, eight o’clock, her flight land
f&ns make a n+gga take a seat
he a bum, n+gga, close rinky d+nk
my shooter play for keeps, we can keep that in the streets
long live the ruler, f+ck what any n+gga think
[chorus: blue pesos]
og’s see me up in traffic, they salute me
’bout a half a million dollars off our music
fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie
pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon’ shoot him (sh+t)
og’s see me up in traffic, they salute me (sh+t)
’bout a half a million dollars off our music, b+tch
fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie
pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon’ shoot him

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