Young M.A - OG Bobby Johnson (Freestyle) lyrics

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Young M.A - OG Bobby Johnson (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] Am backing and co*king and popping your pistol I hear you I get you But am loading them rockets Am shooting them missiles And aiming at tissues Infra-red beam with a smoke On top so you know I won't Miss you You a lame n***a, so your n***as Won't miss you, sh** they can go With you My bullets raining sh** Don't even drizzle My sh** is official, because my sh** Would lift you My n***as don't tell We don't talk to officials Or the police or the people Who whistle No snitching no ratting no telling NO,NO,NO,NO None of that sh** None of that sh** But we do hold shot-ties That put holes in bodies Make n***as do back flips This is red life n***a We about that action Pumping that ratchet Bullets go Boop!Boop!Boop! Right through your packing Now your collapsing Bang Bang n***a Yoo Danger tell him its the pain gang n***a I been doing this sh**, my name rain n***a My brother was a Blood, I don't gang bang n***a My Dike a** b**hes Made a lot of Dikes mad, I don't care because I love the hate I wasn't even go drop him, I was going to wait till April but sh** I don't want to wait Some n***as was hating some b**hes Respecting, the b**hes they Loved it Some Dikes can't take it It hurt him so bad it was sick to their Stomach My young n***as They rob you in public They tell you run it Put that thing to your stomach And they tell you be quite You better say nothing No respect for these n***as Pull out the choppa and be wetting these n***as, you, you, you, and the rest of these n***as, better pray to God, because its d**h for these n***as Am a Threat to these n***as because when my sh** drop Am effecting these n***as Every time am in the booth am effecting But tell em pull through I got a Tec for these n***as Ever since My Brother Dies yeah my mind Ain't really Been right That's why I got this nine if you get out of line You would be calling for Christ Cause If I don't k** you I make sure that you never walk Again in your life We f** n***as up, but my n***as are shooters My n***as don't fight, I'll take your b**h And I'll f** her that night Your b**h ain't Faithful Am f**ing your wife Am f**ing her right Your b**h is a freak You should see what she do when We turn off the lights, (She a THOT n***a) You b**hes is trifle but n***a you wifed I really didn't like her I just wanted to pipe her And put my strap init Eight inches inside her And for you p**y a** n***as I got another strap that would Put eight inside ya Oh that nina my b**h She does not miss, and I love How she grip When she gets co*ked she be co*king at lips I love how her handle feel hot in my grips Ooooohhhh, that nina that nina That lil b**h man, would f** the whole scene up Nut on the track I was f**ing this Beat up f**ed it so good, I even bust through the speaker Tell these n***as to keep up These Dikes want to be her When n***as hear my sh** They be like she the sh**, yeah the rap game need her

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