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letra de oxoo - gabe urban

[intro]
g urban
aye look

no telling who i be
and who i see
got n-gg-s playing clones, yeah
all of me
now that i’m a star, yeah
the war is on me
i got too many people that’s depending on me

[verse]
yuh
tell me whats the deal
tell me how you feel
i be sitting in the field
tumbling through all this bills
yeah i’m stacking for a mil
so its f-ck how you feel
press ready to k!ll
dont be coming at me
unless you willing to

test my patience
get your front face on the paper
im no savior
so when i slay your girl
it’s bye, ill never see you later
i been working
planning on going major
have no time to serenade you
rather dome a wood and act like god never made ya

no telling who i be
and who i see
got n-gg-s playing clones, yeah
all of me
now that i’m a star, yeah
the war is on me
i got too many people that’s depending on me

[verse – matthew holt]
they don’t ever wanna link
when they see me they don’t speak
it ain’t nothing for a verse
doing 8 like every week
see my future when i dream
i be working when i’m sleep
on da road wit my n-gg-s
everybody gotta eat
i just walk in momma crib smelling like the gas (pack)
the blunt i was just smoking put me on my -ss (ooh!)
and you know we rolling boof, we just smoke & p-ss (doink)
lil urb, big brotha, he just got da bag

i ain’t bout to show off for a b-tch she ain’t worth the flex (nah)
i just go about my business it ain’t worth the stress (nah)
i won’t ever pay for p-ssy that ain’t worth a check (nah)
i ain’t foul toward my n-gg-s it ain’t worth the tech (brrr)

90’s f-cking booming want some more
we just go to war
kicking down the door
put that ting on 4’s
gyal, i still explore
issa photo op
boy we really do this, it ain’t photo shopped
sh-t is not the same when im on da spot

had a couple “fake, lying to my face, always at my place, always hungry for the food that’s on my m-th- f-cking plate.”
type of n-gg-s
they don’t get a taste
swear this sh-t ain’t safe
anyways, me and urb we’re still stuck in all our ways

[hook]
dedicated to the dead, ay
f-ck a fake friend
cut off all loose ends
b-tch we’ll never speak again
went and got this on my own
that’s why my neck full of gold
filled with ice bezel stones
helps keep my heart cold
no telling who i be
and who i see
got n-gg-s playing clones, yeah
all of me
now that i’m a star, yeah
the war is on me
i got too many people that’s depending on me

[end]
i love tha90s

- gabe urban

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