OPRAH MONEY (feat. Yeahthismoh)
Shoota
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(Kick up on that beat, Moh!) We go up down, up down (Moh murdered the beat!) Uhh We go up down, plotting on his block my niggas spin around F*ck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down Come round, when that shit get messy we gone lay him down Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about, yeah I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money Surrounded by them monsters like I'm Percy Jackson Made him a ghost like Patrick Swayze, got him dirty dancing Bitch ima die bout my respect I had to turn to rapping Feel like Criss Angel in the booth now watch me work my magic And I be riding with them badmons we ain't never did no good deeds Spliffy gone snatch the chain up off your neck because it look free Know niggas acting friendly but they still ended up on Dateline My plug just switched to Android cause he wasn't tryna face time That pussy steady banging on the net but that's some fan behavior Bitch we go to war about respect like we some gladiators Nigga wish he never had to see me we gone answer prayers F*ck with my niggas that's suicide we call you Hannah Baker Uh, many men, wishing death on the gang We hit that boy like Terry Fox he wasn't stepping the same I'm getting Cash Money like Baby, put respeck on my name You tryna tempt me like a barber then you catching a fade my nigga We go up down, plotting on his block my niggas spin around F*ck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down Come round, when that shit get messy we gone lay him down Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about, yeah I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money Won't sell my soul to get that dough high as Elon Musk Can't tame my bro he tryna blow just like some sawdust I feel like Kobe with the fro bitch all my shots clutch Can't show a thot love, these bitches starstruck Uh, bitch, no talking, we get rid of the threats Pull up masked up like Corona the rap my stimulus check I sent a net banger the addy he ain't hitting my ends That ransom on him Lil Tecca shit we did it again We from the boulevard of broken dreams No hesitation we be striking like a bowling team We getting checks and spread that shit like we need quarantine Ain't never snake my dog it's death before disloyalty We don't call no police We go up down, plotting on his block my niggas spin around F*ck round, I might call my goons to lay a nigga down Come round, when that shit get messy we gone lay him down Up now, that's what all them pussy niggas pissed about, yeah I'm fighting all these demons cause the Lord above me Won't ever sell my soul just so these hoes could love me Them boys gone learn about us just like social studies Won't ever sell my soul for no Oprah money
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