Obeylp (feat. Munchielp)
Obeyar
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I know niggas that been gang banging All they life I mean like forever Caught a felon nigga it’s iight He ain’t know no better I can bet ya this lil bitch gon’ suck my dick here if I let her But instead of that Give my mans your pussy and your neck 107 Shit Only squad, gang, bitch it’s only fam Bad bitch, we split 50 50 from her onlyfans Only bands Who the realest nigga, I’m the only man Love it how she always let me f*ck her But we only friends woah She say I’m her gang bro Know how the game go You ain’t my only fan Lame hoe, f*ck on the bang bro’s And I fucked most your friends I’m the doggest nigga you f*ck with And I’ll expose your man One up on him And that boy a bitch But I can’t expose my hands You know this man Love it when she spit and grip with both her hands Semi with me, she see fendi with me That hoe know the plan Both my leeky’s milly Keep em’ with me cause they both’ll blam Get a gun, 107 101 baby that’s the only fam I stopped smoking weed for a lil second Lost control again Picked the shit back up only this time I mix it with the hen Made 100 grand off the scams Did it with my friends If we go get caught up by the feds Just stick to the plan bitch And I’m out on bail Voices in my head tell me still get these bands Hold up though Leaning off this 4, codeine what we pour Yo lil cro Everybody know, if I blow they blow Margiela steppin, I’m the flyest felon He take all the hoes So nigga what you saying Nigga what you saying huh I’m the one who flexing all them bands on Instagram huh He the one all in your bitch DM Think he the man huh He the one that fly her out to bus like Peter Pan huh Both your brothers died You ain’t never slide What, you need a xan huh Me and all my brothers live It’s a homicide when we leave the pan huh It’s quarantine time, they ain’t outside They just do it for the gram huh 23rd side, forever gon’ slide And I put that on my nana And bitch its smoke for sale But these lil ass niggas don’t want no smoke for real You mad your man got hit and died That’s how you posed to feel He stayed inside He was posed to play the field Ops Hittin’ my line like nigga chill This shit for real yeah We don’t got no poles for sale Man this war so cold gotta keep your pole concealed I’m driving, See them kids I’m on time And hold up baby, hold the wheel She know I’m real Really seen me blow the steel She know munchie got a drum And got scopes for real That hoe know the deal yeah And any type of static Call for automatics, get that boy In traffic Shit get tragic, rollin’ off a flat His brain on his lap Picture that Went and took your bitch and you can’t get her back Remember that Boy don’t start no problems You can’t finish that woah Last time I dropped a video, a diss track On dogs I bent it back Same night Steady flipping wainwright Off any black Got AR and Brickz with me Finna take the city back Frizz a pack Come and spin it back They ain’t really into that gang
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