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    Oh No lyrics

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    مُساهمة من طرف GODOF السبت 17 أكتوبر - 8:08

    Oh No lyrics

    [Intro]
    Oh No, No, Oh No, No
    Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No

    I play the bullshit from the backseat champ
    Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back
    Feet back stay from where the fake be at
    Niggas snitch for the shine where the patience at
    Nigga make his own brother face his back
    Give love and take it back
    Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back
    Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
    Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it
    Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him
    That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him
    Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya
    Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing
    And watch my step on a wet pavement
    Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em
    Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement
    So nigga get that look off your face
    And recognize you got a crook in the place
    They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I'm so high
    I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
    Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
    Leave you bloody with the cops to match
    Bullet holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast
    Like... Ha ha
    That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hopping back
    It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
    No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
    The clip sink down to the dick
    That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy
    Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
    When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin'
    Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin'
    While you pussy niggas is sleeping he thinking
    Deep in thought the boy ain't even winkin'
    Bob Marley got me stinking
    Stacking figures I'm standing firm life's a slinky
    Pipes is filled with crack cocaine
    And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came
    Though I bear a name only one call live with
    Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it
    I'm sicker with it
    Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill
    What you know about a bongo having her mind go
    Over a convo about dough
    Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand
    Tee or tanktop pocket fan
    No pocket knife, no handgun in sight
    Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM!
    Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price
    Cause to each its own and the lights is bright
    And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
    I'm from Cita house big momma's house
    She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
    And he ain't getting up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
    Hold up the beat might drop

    [Outro]
    Oh No, No, Oh No, No



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