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scolo dolo - og bobby josh lyrics

og deuce deuce niqqa og word up on the block im moving work niqqas hatin on me hope it hurt m-th-f-ka i ain’t slippin niqqas really on the ground hold the 9 lemme (catch a niqqa slipin from behind) boom!!! can’t ya tell my niqqa wip it up barrel kicking heavy niqqa harda pay it up we chappin silly pop a band a couple grand i flip it up a double couple pack leave a m-th-f-cka sitin stuck like we ain’t neva gave a f-k i got his girl up whoopin even tel the b-tch duck oh jesus head up ina whippie got me feelin like a cruch niqqa leanin smellin everything i got up in a blunt french as h-ll is smoke givva go f-cka niqqa ho purple sippin slow double deuce on a tippie toes tella giv me those sty sty almost said a leather f-ckin ty dry pop eye ped gone niqqa really dead rong f-ckin witha yellowbone black tie red thong og cushin no tht mothufaka said strong standin with jamaican so that mothuf-cka dred long bobby johnson word around hood i got the city on my set and on my back i needa a sponsah ridin batman feelin like im runnin gotham pataoe in the barrel case a niqqa gotta problem silence side[?]riders arms all around just like some m-th-f-ckin spiders niqqa whippin in tht pot and i ain’t talkin jumbalie and jeroy juss like a m-th-rf-cka lion niqqa i am cuz will kno i got her wit that v west virginia niqqa always knew i kept it g i got a clip[?] u betta let-t breath for it slip up in your lungs then u got a nother three ohhh wheeee wat it look sh-t i don’t really see him in that comat-tion niqqa wanna neva wanna be him still movin work till the am to the pm gotta pound of og got yo b-tch im finna d em which ya ho every where i go its getting smoked out money baby ian neva been the blow route low dout 4 sippin hoes tippin show down mixtape dropin i bet she ready to blow down smoking in that tribe[?]stepp up on his head wit a die hope a niqqa ride kno i got it hard keep a lie sh-tt been a blie money all up on a niqqa thighs f-k a niqqa thighs betta get ya mind right quiet niqqa slippin bet i catch him from behind boom!!! rest in peast to snupe man all he wanted was a coupe all i want[?] second through the m-th-f-ckin roof a couple b-tches c-min through like wat it do throw it up niqqa if u ain hangin wit the legdens u a f-ck miqqa f-ck niqqa neva been above we eva dout i tel u betta duck oh jesus 22 im c-min through hit u or whu in front of u w been a 100 prove dat i do sh-tt im f-ckin screwed im sackin up dis money we ain gota time to f-ck wit u, u f-ck around we runnin through like betis im the one through 3opp off the toppa porsh wat she wanna do so f-ckin high splitter yea we gunners so we hit yo f-ckin[?]

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