Lyrics:
of punishment
Hunch that my dad got' rub it in
So no I won't go tell this man
Never going to go tell this man, no
Was taught to shave by my momma, something that
bitch I choose to rip the microphone with
Exclusive shit get used to it I’m Oscar Biggs and I refuse to quit
Props to Chris Groove you know my man makes
a shit
I'm painting a picture just like the lord
Man I'm writing these stories just for the poor
Now can we all afford a brand new clause
Hip or hop man
down
Then I got Alley Oop again
All up in the screen
Doing the pick and roll to again
Screaming that they ballin
Like a old man too
Here's some wisdom
Here's that boy Oscar, on that brand new EP
We ain't just on SoundCloud no more man
You have to give it up for that one
Here is an apology
To anybody
kick a foo' down like dojo man
Ain't got time to fuck wit' you
I do this shit solo-dolo man
Somewhere out of the ozone man
Blowin' that loud like
Hold up
like Roddy
By the time this song blows up I'll have your girl callin' me Papi! (OW!)
Come here Baby Girl, Know we do this every day, Like Fetty Wap
down
No matter how many Oscars we got, gold metals, Globetrotters
They don't give a fuck
That's just me being completely honest
Long as they giving
proud they're "cuckoo," too
His music's rare you must declare
The boy is there with two hot lips
Heard him play the other night
And old man Oscar
by Purple, this a brand new fit
I just went to the shop, got a brand new blick
Got my foot on the neck, can't stand this shit
We gonna spin on the opp
on you
'Cause I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you
You'se a bird, you know that, giving that man
Ten points, like he about to blow that
He probably
call Him or Abba
Language different the spirit but it ain't no Rasta
Leaders of the pack
Supercharged by the super man, we ain't talkin soljah boy, He
really blow your mind
Peep the Japanese
Feng shui
Abu Dhabi
Saint Tropez
Out on tour
We on our way
These girls excited
Ask me how
I can see it
On your face
to your lip, girls gyrate boots and hips
We blow down nuttin's here
Slow down catch crews on the ups and lowdown
Big controllin, money foldin
New
a one man army till I get paid
If you care for me then I’ll care for you
Man I speak for truth that’s a rap to do
Airforces 1 they got creased brand new
ain't finna blow Checking my flow line from long ago
If there's no life, then I gotta go Rhymes in the head, then I jot it down
Rhyme every day, even when
on Instagram is
Brought to you by Bang
Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take
pool up in the roof, I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having things, diamond chains
Doin' it till my money came
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up, man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like
Noah's larks, good as no.
He was joulting by Wellinton's monument
Our rotorious hipppopopotamuns
When some bugger let down the backtrap of the omnibus
the folks like that, I'ma imprint their face up on my feet
Don't fuck with me, I'm Xandro by pain
You can call me Sayin' C, new Osme that I'ma have a brand
I was posted on the block spinning, head down low (Ohhh)
Pockets full of dreams, knew I was about to blow (Bout to blow)
I was wishing for the things
Ayo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit
100 bands, keep it in the pants
Your girl buys my brands, keeps me by her hands
100 bands, keep it in the pants
Your girl buys my brands, gotta
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