Best Kept Secret - Off With His Head (OWHH) lyrics

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Best Kept Secret - Off With His Head (OWHH) lyrics

Off With His Head (OWHH) ℗ & © 2012 Written by: Basil L Chin Jr., Gabrielle J Murrell, and Joseph Stevens Performed by: Ace Sinna, Ladi G and Ya Boy Skolla Published by: The Next Phase Entertainment LLC Publishing - BMI & Titi Penny Music - ASCAP [Ace Sinna Speaks:] Wooooo... Uh Ohhhhh Yeah We A Problem! Skolla, G, Sinna! [Ace Sinna Verse:] Feel free to sing along (yeah), me I'm trying to marry money (Money) So if u chasin I suggest you bring a ring along Damn where the day go? We all in San Diego (swag) You couldn't find this polo (nah) like Carmen Sandiego (woo) This piece here's a one of one, uh oh here the summer come (grrrr) 2 cannot be number 1 (nah) sorry son ya fun is none (yes) Sinna give dem b**hes wood, s** it til the lumbers numb Sleeping on me really? Whoa, never mind ya slumber's done (bang, bang, bang) You'll need to go to law school to get this bar (whoop) We a Problem the only way u get this far (whoop) Go to war that's the only way you get this scar (damn right) There's a waiting list only way u get this car (varoom) I'm in the fast lane racing to the cash man (bark) Terrorist swag, Al Qaeda… crash planes (bark) Unabomber flow, respect the drama, no (bark) I'm smoking sour in the islands where the ganja grow (exhales) n***as grillin like I know these kids U send shots, I bend shots like jolie did (boom boom boom) Catch a bullet like freeman (why), amazing grace (laughs) You'll be able to hail mary (woah) face to face (damn) Sinna, Break the haze down, show Oprah the color purple (yeah) Family matters and we don't really f** wit Urkel's (NEVER) But I keep a Stefon (yeah) and that's the circle (yeah) Whether street or commercial WE A PROBLEM! (BANG) [Chorus:] “k** Em, k** Em… Off With His Head (3x) When we bury bodies, we up off with this bread” “k** Em, k** Em… Off With His Head (3x) When we bury bodies, we up off with this bread” [Ladi G Intro:] Yeah, Yeah, OK….. [Ladi G Verse:] Heads off no gillitean, My bars bang, My swag mean I'm piffed out, Chu pissed off, It's our year, so get loss I'm turnt up, they turned Back, like G swear she bout that They chit chat, I click clack They trey pound and bang back (Blaow) Huhhhh nikkas got me twisted Bed pans and last prayer visits I'm the topic of interest, study of matter b**h its simple physics, Haaa i bet yall missed It Keep up won't slow it down (down) I put a couple figures up against any n***a that That think they could hold a round Against us 3, (Woah) Skolla, Ace Sinna and Ladi G No mercy, Pon the Thirsty Who smile first Ds, then curse me I'm fly sh**, I'm High b**h My jaguar's a hybrid My outfit won't find it, School you n***as, then pay yo college Only trickin cuz we got it And I ain't even got a wallet In your hood, I'm still good Why you creepin through ya projects Ya whole team I'll pay off Just for ya head on a platter Dreams I shatter, only cuz we a problem Haaaaa [Chorus:] “k** Em, k** Em… Off With His Head (3x) When we bury bodies, we up off with this bread” “k** Em, k** Em… Off With His Head (3x) When we bury bodies, we up off with this bread” [Ya Boy Skolla Intro:] MOOVIIIN!!!! (ugh)…Skolla…I-95...n***as know how I do man…Aaaaaaaaa's Up!! [Ya Boy Skolla Verse:] Okay I might just tear ya top off (huh)…put ‘em on display I circle around and tear the block off for all my n***as to spray again (gun sound) If money's my motive my hustle never stumble (NO) I'm on my high horse my swag out weigh the humble (huh) I'm treatin' the game like a royal rumble (why) The hood's animal planet some of ya'll cats don't belong in jungles (laugh) Stop the anecdote my strap bigger ya hammer's toast For…a couple of grapes my goons split ya f**in' cantaloupe (yeah) Skolla's a heavy weight…ya'll n***as thin feathers I'm hot…spit Mayweather the number 1 chin checker (whoa) Expect me to floss wit' rocks you can climb on Hublot hundred racks the sh** you tell time on (nice) First draft pick you sloppy seconds even thousands (huh) Ya boy found his edge like he was peakin' over the Rocky Mountains (Skolla!) Side eye for n***as creepin' on me (yea) Here's a towel take the crust out ya eyes and stop sleepin' on me (We A Problem) [Chorus:] “k** Em, k** Em… Off With His Head (3x) When we bury bodies, we up off with this bread” “k** Em, k** Em… Off With His Head (3x) When we bury bodies, we up off with this bread”

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