Lyrics:
I'm in the club but I'm in the cut They got cameras here like Oprah's here Since a kid, I heard gunshots, mothers cry All the shit soldiers hear So I
a dungeon Came out a dragon I can Probably touch the sun with my bare hands What are your plans? To win a Grammy? Sweet taste of victory, like Oprah’s punany?
Oprah's son Uh, I show you how to do this son You need another helping hand to swing on I stand alone but still you got a thing on You're Kobe, you're
Party with Machine and Oprah Winfr' First class tickets, hotel bitches puffin mad blunts Blunts? Blunts Blunts don't don't rhyme with Oprah Winfr'
the music Women cry, children laugh, men dance I refuse to lose self and try to win fans Over, weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's My refrigerator
fluctuates like Oprah's My refrigerator poetry's magnetic like ultra You couldn't hang if you was a poster Posin like a bitch for exposure It's rumors of gay
kept like Rosicrucian meet koza nostras on Oprah's sofa With both controllers Watchin' Gazans and ashkenazis ride roller coasters Say yeah Yeah, lots
lose my mind I seen this beautiful girl, the weather channels new girl My eyes are fixed on her delivery The hell with Oprah, flippin through I roamed
the dick like a coaster She getting money like Oprah Look at my bitch she so dreamy I know she love me no Kiki Slide in that kitty its creamy I got her soul
Good hands great head like Allstate, yuh Camping in the pussy like Narnia, ooh Mask on strapped with the cobra About to rob a rich bitch named Oprah All
away When they release me Heey Lord I know that I'm a sinner Plz forgive me I wish I had a white heart like Oprah Winfrey But it's over now I'm 6 feet
The times I stayed at the bottom they wasn’t hating on me Don’t need a Richie Audemar no Patek or Rollie I’m tryna get my mom a house next to Oprah Winfrey
last dance fadeaway Yea This that 2010 Kobe play Yea This that lil yachty Oprah face Hold on This that take a look and double take Wait Listen You could
shoulders, know I shake back i'ma soldier yea Wake these niggas up like folgers yea, niggas be snakes like cobras yea I just want money like Oprah yea, praying
Oprah Winfrey kicking it with Cardi Work Hawkins boys yeah they came to party Work Babyface killer from the half court Work Outer space riding
I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad Buy all of the things I never had Uh I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah
Oh Roll one I deserve a puff Oprah I demand the guap No mahn I can't stand the kwaal Focus I'm the man to watch My girl be thicker than you can think
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
and crazy loca She a rich bitch Oprah You can find her in da background sippin' on Dom P Poppin' champagne all night she make it rain She a movie star in da
Stick by my side Might just pull up when I drive Make you sing like the mufuckin' oprah Thick bitch by my side named Jenny Left side phone bout' to hit
hozok nem hozod, nekem pörög a nyelvem mint egy szaltó Semmit nem tesztek, de annyi a beszéd, mint Oprah ez nem talk show Woah ja aztán tudod, hogy
Casanova, I'm seducing all the hoes in a rover When I pull up it won't be in a Toyota I'm handing all these bitches bags like I'm Oprah Pulled out my
fallen solider Get the gwap an I pray to hova Real niggas aint fallen over Boss shit im tryna ball like Oprah Burggang and my brothers loyal (verse 1)
Yeah everybody, are you ready? I’m taking you down to memory lane Old time thing come back again Oprah bang on the spat again Come to make the good
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