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que - og bobby johnson (remix) lyrics

[hook: que]
word on the street i’m a suspect
hangin’ with the k!llers in the projects
potato on the barrel keep quiet
catch a n-gga slippin’ from behind (boom)
og bobby johnson!
og bobby johnson!
og bobby johnson!
og bobby johnson!

[verse 1: que]
i’m still hanging with them k!llers and them convicts
push start, no key, don’t need a locksmith
pop sh-t, split your top lift
chop sticks, still knock a n-gga right up out his rocksmith
o.g. bobby johnson – catch a n-gga slipping while he joggin’
tater on the end of the ruger
bottom of the stick hangin’ out there; mr. cooper
word on the street, your son, he’s a thief
your partner got him stealing radios every week
told you once jealousy, that’s a b-tch n-gga trait
better keep the gr-ss cut, so you can watch out for the snakes

[hook: que]
word on the street i’m a suspect
hangin’ with the k!llers in the projects
potato on the barrel keep quiet
catch a n-gga slippin’ from behind
og bobby johnson!
og bobby johnson!
og bobby johnson!
og bobby johnson!

[verse 2: snoop dogg]
jumped out of bed with a b-tch
right hand on my heat, left hand on my d-ck
sea salt, he robbed than a motherf-cker
og bobby johnson? nah, n-gga, never love him
og lb city is the town
run up, get gunned down
n-gga, we don’t f-ck around
ask ray-ray, jay-jay and kay-kay
shot a n-gga in the daytime with the ak
n-gga ain’t even on the run, get loose
turn stick, quick tip, bang mine with the deuce, what it do?
all my n-ggas is realer
but bobby johnson is a bonafide k!ller
mama was a ho, step-daddy was a dealer
yellow brick motherf-cking pittsburgh steeler
n-gga? n-gga better raise up
dip my stick, n-gga, when i blaze up
a’s up, k’s up
i’m from the dub where the homies say trey’s up
i am cripping with the n-ggas in the projects
goin’ down where the homie sell the bomb at
and don’t get caught out of bounds
we get touchdown, shut down, n-gga get cut down
real game, k!ll game
bobby johnson, that’s my motherf-cking real name, deuce

[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
just got off a call with the homie gino
that’s my manager, he be really boosting my ego (h-llo)
said “you crack, n-gga, and every line is a kilo”‘
i said “stop playing, stop drinking the clicquot”
stay out them bars, n-gga
but really i could k!ll them with these bars, n-gga
really give them scars, n-gga
i chips on the tooth like nas, n-gga
make me spit cold verses too, all these odd n-ggas
but 50 my favorite rapper, he got shot
8 bullets like leroy and then he got hot
i feel bad, i met ‘premo before he got knocked
cop 4 jackets right out of my pop spot
that ferg apparel, this life will lay down
cee-lo with grown ups stacking a burrough
i can talk about my life, but that ain’t the hour
rather shabba ranks with a sk-nk and skeet in her mouth
my daddy in heaven, i try to keep him smilin’
and take his little brother out to eat italian
that’s my big uncle t ferg, used to be wildin’
but now he getting rapper money, he should be proud of him
i got a thing for dark skin and big booties
just got into model girls, some slim cuties
i’ll f-ck ya industry b-tches, say i did it
piece of pie, but industry b-tches really with it
sha-shabba ranks, sha-sha-shabba ranks
trying to hop a model chick, probably tyra banks
put the potato on the hammer, let it bang
cause i’m og bobby johnson, a$ap mob be the gang

[verse 4: pusha-t]
og like it’s south central
n-gga had a brick in a rental
since i ain’t dead or in jail from it
put my life in this instrumental
(og bobby johnson) like i’m straight out of compton
see my boys in the hood, we a menace, it’s a problem
n-gga only know about a kilogram
old school, i could just k!ll a man
kids running up to my old school
get a hundred dollars from the dealer man
i ain’t gotta lie in my music
give you game, teach you how to use it
if he ain’t trying to help you come up
leave his broke -ss suck a new d-ck
my numbers don’t lie when the feds taking score
cellphone in my name, that’s it, nothing more
458 in the driveway
n-ggas can’t see me on the highway
got the house sitting on the water
pulling up looking like somali’s
i heard one time from a rich n-gga
these n-ggas’ hoes like a b-tch n-gga
like the last song on my album
stay the f-ck away from a snitch n-gga

- que lyrics

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