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letra de certified rich junkie - og don

[intro]
ay, triple nine sh-t, ay
triple nine sh-t, ay
grrah, grrah (ay, triple nine sh-t)
og don, b-tch (og don, b-tch, ay)
yeah

[chorus: og don]
a lot of pressure on me since my brother died
if you pull up on my block then n-gga that’s a suicide
i was on the block, you was never ever outside
f-ckin’ on yo b-tch, i might hit her from the back side
walk out with my stick, i ain’t f-ckin’ with a dropout
you can see my chain when a young n-gga dropout
percocets and lean got a young n-gga too high
oh, i’m bouta burp but a young n-gga too fly
a lot of pressure on me since my brother died
if you pull up on my block then n-gga that’s a suicide
i was on the block, you was never ever outside
f-ckin’ on yo b-tch, i might hit her from the back side

[verse 1: og don]
turned to a fat rich junkie
i just want that money
your b-tch on my d-ck but she can’t get nothing from me
yes i am a rapper, but i shoot you if you test me
yes i am a rapper so i’m trappin’ for that check bleed
your b-tch on her knees
strong weed make me sneeze
balenciaga to my feet, 60k for a feat
no i’m not a human love, b-tch i’m a creach
spittin’ all these facts in the booth like a preach
get up at my face, draco spray you like some aids
she like how my d-ck taste
he know how that bl!ck taste
i am never second, b-tch i’m first place
where is the lean?, ’cause i’m getting thirsty
[chorus: og don]
a lot of pressure on me since my brother died
if you pull up on my block then n-gga that’s a suicide
i was on the block, you was never ever outside
f-ckin’ on yo b-tch, i might hit her from the back side

[verse 2: king stoneyy]
let me tell you how this money turns the b-tches into freaks
last time we met she took my soul, i couldn’t skeet
she told me never get too close to n-ggas you’ll see
shawty we ain’t playin’ ball if they reachin’ up on me
smokin’ dope, speeding on the e-way, swervin’
police try to catch, i do the dash, that’s for certain
he say he lookin’ for me, i ain’t here, keep on lurkin’
tell my baby when you wish, you can get that burkin’
’cause shawty she be down for a while
let’s get her, know we got them all in the pound
she know that we safe, i never loafin’ when i’m out
we ain’t stressin’ but we smoke that pressure though
came off from nothing, god said it’s a blessing
but i know one thing, won’t go under pressure now (nah, nah nah)

[outro: og don]
(a lot of pressure on me since my brother died
if you pull up on my block then n-gga that’s a suicide
i was on the block, you was never ever outside
f-ckin’ on yo b-tch, i might hit her from the back side
ayy, triple nine sh-t, og don b-tch)

- og don

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