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OBIE TRICE lyrics : "Bang"

Oho, second album I'm stable
No worries about the paper
I ain't getting raked, though

All about this payroll, being me is the label
Hopping out a fly %#@!, we ain't carrying what they do
Here I'm full of (*##$es, here I'm both glistens

She wanna orally inherit little ^!$$%s
I'm in a lair in the air with your missus
It's the trice game, you know we about to bang


[Hook]
Og up in this mother$#&@er, hah

Obie up in the mother$#&@er, hah
We got that heat up in this mother$#&@er
Get about your lane, just know it's about to bang


Got the flame young boy then fired up
Got them thangs young boy, we about up

Long as the feds ain't got you ^!$$%s wide up
Cooperation with them people got you tied up
Literally tied up, rocket in the cup

We in the club ^!$$%, turning %#@! up
I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows
After that, y'all know what follows, bang

My ^!$$%s giddy up and against the law
D boys, who give a %#@!, we got legitimate decoys
We in this (*##$ like a fetal position

Don't like the â?¦coition,
When you're piecing the missing
Know that she in submission

On her knees in the kitchen
Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing
Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine

When she speak about leaving,
I might just turn up the system, bang!


[Hook]
Og up in this mother$#&@er, hah
Obie up in the mother$#&@er, hah

We got that heat up in this mother$#&@er
Get about your lane, just know it's about to bang


We ain't worried about money, we getting ours up
Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up
With local broads, after hours involves us

Y'all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left
The next city, she wanna connect with me
Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply

Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit
That shook girls get naked
You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it

Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it
It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it
The American dream, get money!

see us coming, faces turn ugly
I don't let it bug me, you still my little butted
Still, ^!$$%s turn ill

Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang!



[Hook]
Og up in this mother$#&@er, hah
Obie up in the mother$#&@er, hah

We got that heat up in this mother$#&@er
Get about your lane, just know it's about to bang.

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