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Oomps Revenge, Pt. 2

 

Oomps Revenge, Pt. 2

(альбом: Pegasus - 2020)


Free Lo, free Zoo
Sipping Don Julio in Burberry shoes

Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itching again
In the distance again, I see 'em hating in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishing on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shipping 'em in
Turning boys to men, never living unemployed again
Never living off your boy again

Yeah, everything 'plex, never nothing foul on the set
Go a hundred thousand miles for the set
Hundred thou' on the neck
Chin up, never look down on respect
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, "Get it", but you ain't focusing yet
Niggas, bitches, acting bogus, upset
Crying over the neck
I'ma be crying in a Rolls or a jet
Blown' O's with VV's on neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody that's genuine
And if you ain't real then we discontinuing
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him

Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itching again
In the distance again, I see 'em hating in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishing on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shipping 'em in
Turning boys to men, never living unemployed again
Never living off your boy again

R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you what it is
Gon' 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it's gon' pop, yeah
This shit ain't popping, nigga
Now, go like that, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man
R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul
None of that disrespectful shit

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