Spade for Spade (feat. Big Lowe)

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O.G.C.

O.G.C. (an initialism for Originoo Gunn Clappaz) is an American hip hop trio composed of members Starang Wondah, Louieville Sluggah and Top Dog. The group is mostly known through their membership in the Boot Camp Clik, along with Buckshot, Smif-N-Wessun and Heltah Skeltah. more »

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Uh oh they done let me in
Me and my Glock
We look like twins
Done turned me up
I hit her friends
Thought i would lose
Bitch think again
On his block
We spent again
We blocking Kush smoke
In the wind
If you ain't gang
Can't let you in
For that bread
We getting it in

I'm young and turnt
But this aint Dugg
Started with a dime
Turned it to a dub
I swept my loses under
Big backwoods sparked
In the middle of the club
Cant hang with killers
And Real deal thugs
Cant play both sides
You get set up
I'm gone take my chances
Running it up
This straight off the top
Cant make this up
I come from the trenches
Where them niggas
Don't get o sleep
I just had me a little boy
I got make sure
That my son eat
When it comes to the features
That come with a fee
How the f*ck you want smoke
If you know where I be
I been the shit since 2015
But I been a man since 2003

Uh oh they done let me in
Me and my Glock
We look like twins
Done turned me up
I hit her friends
Thought i would lose
Bitch think again
On his block
We spent again
We blocking Kush smoke
In the wind
If you ain't gang
Cant let you in
For that bread
We getting it in

Pull up in a Benz and I skrt off
Fat nigga fresh and my shirt off
She rubbing my tummy her skirt off
Just popped me an addy I'm turnt now
We can spade for spade just play your position
Send ops to the grave
He only pop shit cause he need saving
I made a mistake now this bitch getting erased
We got bands on bands
Shorty gone dance
She heard I'm the man
Hot like Juve
Bitch I need a fan
East of the dale
Bitch you know where I am
We got  grams on grams
Just popping my shit
We smoke out the pound
You mad bout a bitch
But that hoe get around
Come play at my show
And we clearing the crowd

Uh oh they done let me in
Me and my Glock
We look like twins
Done turned me up
I hit her friends
Thought I would lose
Bitch think again
On his block
We spent again
We blocking Kush smoke
In the wind
If you ain't gang
Can't let you in
For that bread
We getting it in

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