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travis bowe - oh lord lyrics

[intro]

tell the dj hit replay i’m zonin’…

[chorus]
oh lord
somebody better tell these n-ggas
i don’t really sweat these n-ggas
but, imma have to go get these n-ggas

[verse 1: travis bowe]
i just want the money on the mantle
i don’t want the rollie or the phantom
i’m tryna take it back to the days when my grandma was alive
she would tell me that i’m handsome
now these women tell me that i’m handsome
want a baby by me and i ain’t tryna make it happen
whip so nice f-ck around and stop traffic
smokin’ on that sh-ggy
mr. boombastic
all these n-ggas rappin’; they ain’t ’bout action
know some n-ggas in my city put a cap up in the captain
stopped to the house just to kiss up my nieces
i don’t know the day that i’ll see my sweet jesus
hug up my mama and tell her i need her
if god took her now, then i couldn’t live either
don’t go to church don’t believe in those preachers
promised my girl that i could never leave her
that’s just the honesty, we don’t believe you
we live day to day and don’t get it from people
roll through my city i’m bumpin’ that migos
my plug on my side…no that’s just teiko
what’s this talk about this and that?
how you n-ggas claiming you the king of rap?
i ain’t never heard you n-ggas k!ll a track
plus my n-ggas at the top like where the ceiling at?
i ain’t feeling that
try a little harder
heard your songs, i’m like why bother?
your chick call me daddy cuz she need a father
and the game calling me cuz it need an artist
i be the hardest like..

[chorus]
oh lord
somebody better tell these n-ggas
i don’t really sweat these n-ggas
but, imma have to go get these n-ggas

[verse 2: travis bowe]
ain’t it funny how n-ggas talk sh-t?
broke n-ggas don’t make no sense
vision so clear like i got no tints
do an interview n-gga might start another trend
i’m the lightskinned n-gga with a whole lot to say
i came to perform get them hoes out the way
used to be trouble, got no doubts today
you should book a bigger spot i done sold out that sp-ce
got some rich homies and the broke ones
k!llers in my city like to tote guns
boat up in the water for the c0ke run
got the junkies in my city feeling so numb
imma be the one the kids look to
police and your friends tryna book you
see the streets on fire it’ll cook you
wrote the verse and the motherf-ckin’ hook too
tell the dj hit replay i’m zonin’
on the freeway them 3am mornings
no cheapskate boy we stay in foreigns
we debate on cheesecake then order
i just gotta get it boy i gotta get it
cuz i ain’t tryna be the n-gga who just said it
and i ain’t tryna be the rapper you forgettin’
and alla my n-ggas dead or up in prison
i dont get it
imma keep living til my clock stop
b-tches playin’ with the squares; hopscotch
only f-ck with a real n-gga cuz a real n-gga got a hustle that will not stop like..

[chorus]
oh lord
somebody better tell these n-ggas
i don’t really sweat these n-ggas
but, imma have to go get these n-ggas

[bridge: travis bowe]
n-ggas just claim that they winnin’
everything right when i write composition
spittin’ so chilidish i know that you kiddin’
you think that me and you in compet-tion
mama don’t know but i focus on the paper
she don’t ask for nothin’ i just put it on the table
cuz she gotta pay that
water light and cable
you see why i grind? but yet you still hatin’
don’t understand it, they take me for granted
n-ggas couldn’t fathom the sh-t i imagine
tryna build a crib tryna build me a palace
horses in the stable and in the bedroom a stallion
you a stallion, cuz you got that craziest -ss b-tch
and for that p-ssy i’ll be a dummy like a crash test

[chorus]
oh lord
somebody better, somebody better
oh lord
somebody better, somebody better
oh lord
somebody better tell these n-ggas
i don’t really sweat these n-ggas
but imma have to go get these n-ggas (get em!)

- travis bowe lyrics

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