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pg von - ot lyrics

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ot lyrics
i just left florida with bands on hip

if you reach for my bands then your head a get hit

she suckn d+ck cuz she fw the fits

i’m not wifin no b+tches i’m raised by a pimp

i tote me 40 and walk w a limp

he slide down our block wit dark tints he get flipped

don’t pass me yo backy that sh+t lookn skimp

got hit in his stomach bro have him the sh+ts

hit in his head now barely could walk

i really get money you hear when i talk

the way that i rap they call me a god

you cap in yo raps i could see yo façade

he dissin on me then i’m knocking him off
we got to the bed and she ripped of my draws

when it comes to this rap sh+t i don’t got no flaws

when she slide and she suckin’ she don’t got no jaws

[chorus]

don’t pass me no weed if not rollin 8thy

she could slide to the mansion but can’t have my baby

a comfortable slider i shoot lookn lazy

i know b+tches hate linkin wit me i be flakin

i can’t shoot the whole 30 my hand just be shaking

brodi shot the whole 30 he had the block quaking

when i’m high off the pills i be up outer sp+ce

if the cops get behind me i take them on chases

and if chase is your bank then you quickly get paid
any bank account work even keybank the same

i be smoking the greatest i’m smoking on flame

that boy was unknown until he really got banged

you know you not valid you can’t hang wit gang

can’t wait until i’m up in new york on the stage

come get your b+tch why she stalking my page

really i know she just trying to give brain

[chorus]

- pg von lyrics

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