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Obie Trice

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(álbum: The Hangover - 2015)


Uh-oh second album out the stable
No worries about the paper, I ain't getting raped though
All about his payroll, BME is the label
Hopping out the fly shit, we ain't caring what they do
Heron full of bitches, heron bone glistens
She wanna Orlean hair little niggas
I'm in the lair in the air when she misses
It's the Trice gang, you know we about ta (bang)

OG up in this mafucka
Obie up in this mafucka
We got that heat up in this mafucka
Get up out your lane, just know it's about ta (bang)

Got the flame young boy, done fired up
Got them things young boy, we about us
I guess the feds ain't got you niggas wired up
Cooperation with them people got you tied up
Literally tied up, vodka in the cup
Me in the club nigga, turning shit up
I spent a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows
After that y'all know what follows (bang)
My niggas getting in against the law: D-boys
Who give a shit we have legitimate decoys
We in this bitch like a fetal position
Don't let the heat come from wishing when your piece end up 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 believe in my engine
When she speak about leaving him I just turn up the system

OG up in this mafucka
Obie up in this mafucka
We got that heat up in this mafucka
Get up out your lane, just know it's about ta (bang)

We ain't worried 'bout money, we getting ours up
Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up
When local broads after hours involves us
Y'all can have 'em tomorrow dawg, we all love
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 cha' exit
Guess your girls get naked (bang)
You stretch things when dawg putting his thing on it
Things keep coming back, putting cream on it
It tastes good cause taste buds cling on it
The American dream: get money
See us coming, face just turned ugly
I don't let it bug me, you're still my lil buddy
Still if niggas turn ill, still
Reveal you are here in view

OG up in this mafucka
Obie up in this mafucka
We got that heat up in this mafucka
Get up out your lane, just know it's about ta (bang)

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