letra de obama intro ft. yungyox prod. sauran - muss
(intro – yungyox)
haha this sh-t funny though, this sh-t
you know, we been up and out this sh-t for a minute now
free nathan on this sh-t, i don’t give no f-cks
f-ck matt, f-ck state college
we be bumping up and out the trap
b-tches wanna suck my d-ck
ayy
(hook – mu$$)
i pull up and pop at yo momma, you talk all that sh-t but you not with the drama
i got the check on me, feel like obama don’t live in the white house i jug out the trap house
i got a bag now, so hoes they come back now
no, i ain’t lacking i keep me a glock
call me a terrorist feel like osama
i come to yo block and i end all the drama
(verse – mu$$)
these b-tches don’t love me they chasing my commas
how you a shooter and surrender to cops
if you ask me ima run from the cops and then bust at the opps
call me the janitor keep me a mop
i’m cleaning yo block and finessing the opps
since i was ten i was running from cops and calling the shots
i’m from the suburbs but thrive in them trenches
just like a carpenter carry a tool ain’t talking bout wrenches
smoking on gas my momma be b-tchin she smelling the stench
i know the struggle spent nights on a bench
can’t f-ck with a b-tch that want more than my seed
loving a b-tch she pop up in yo dream
you say they yo boys but they boot for my team
hit that lil b-tch from the back she drop to her knees and she swallow my seed
counting the cash flex with the preme
i’m on the news look up at the screen
she in love with the d-ck i can tell by the way that she screams
i’m off the molly i’m off the bean
glock nine or the tech with the beam
i’m in the club sipping tech with the weed
(hook – mu$$)
i pull up and pop at yo momma, you talk all that sh-t but you not with the drama
i got the check on me, feel like obama don’t live in the white house i jug out the trap house
i got a bag now, so hoes they come back now
no, i ain’t lacking i keep me a glock
call me a terrorist feel like osama
i come to yo block and i end all the drama
(verse – mu$$)
these b-tches don’t love me they chasing my commas
how you a shooter and surrender to cops
if you ask me ima run from the cops and then bust at the opps
call me the janitor keep me a mop
i’m cleaning yo block and finessing the opps
since i was ten i was running from cops and calling the shots
i’m from the suburbs but thrive in them trenches
just like a carpenter carry a tool ain’t talking bout wrenches
smoking on gas my momma be b-tchin she smelling the stench
i know the struggle spent nights on a bench
can’t f-ck with a b-tch that want more than my seed
loving a b-tch she pop up in yo dream
you say they yo boys but they boot for my team
hit that lil b-tch from the back she drop to her knees and she swallow my seed
counting the cash flex with the preme
i’m on the news look up at the screen
she in love with the d-ck i can tell by the way that she screams
i’m off the molly i’m off the bean
glock nine or the tech with the beam
i’m in the club sipping tech with the weed
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