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letra de on his head - rawood & bandgang masoe

[intro]
(ayy, jay, man, run that sh-t, cuh)

[verse 1: bandgang masoe & rawood]
huh, it’s on his head
it’s crazy how a n-gga could get blew and turn red
we lost one, came back and dropped something like what he said?
just got a n-gga hit up, i’m at home in my bed
that’s a california king, money tall as yao ming
with the miriam we ridin’ through the d, dave bing
i’ve been heavy on the pills, but i cut back on that lean
told my ho these n-ggas sellin’ dreams like ml king
it’s a bell on the back of this glocky, don’t let it ring
these n-ggas get locked, turn to anita and sing
when i pick that phone up, it say “money”, then it’s green
he tryna hit a n-gga main b-tch, he in the leaguе
i don’t get tired like i’m playin’ 2k with no fatiguе
just whipped out twenty in all blues, this ho intrigued
interesting, n-ggas stealing sh-t, that mean they listening
he ain’t in the streets like an app, his ass a citizen
sellin’ blues to them yellow folks like michigan
they bumped him up and now his ass flat like michelin
it’s a dirty game, try some dumb sh-t and get a dirty grave
playin’ both sides, he in the middle like seventh grade
i get all my money illegally, n-gga, crime pays
my young n-gga bodied up like a ho phase
i hope all my n-ggas get rich and die of old age
i know a b-tch that’s hoeing without backpage
n-gga played and got deleted like backsp-ce (ayy)
let me bust it in her mouth (ayy), she like how it taste
[verse 2: rawood]
she give me good brain, i guess she got a smart mouth
when i wake up i get straight to the bag ’cause i was taught how
cross over that line and i bet you gon’ get chalked out
ain’t no bustdown, i’m plain-jane wood when i hop out
my brother thought i wouldn’t be sh-t ’cause i dropped out
i got a dub in blues on me, you rarely see me pop out
she dropped her panties, after that, she spilled her heart out
i just got a new batch, now all of a sudden i’m the talk of the town
you should always hit my line if you shoppin’ for pounds
and i always keep the ‘za because i’m breakin’ it down
and i’m sippin’ on some drank, my cup is red as brown
think i might just call this b-tch up, have her come and blow me down
ayy, yeah, it’s on his head
we ridin’ through the city dodgin’ motherf-ckin’ feds
could’ve been some good kids, but we some hooligans instead
we got money, got connections, put a nickel on his head, ayy

- rawood bandgang masoe

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