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letra de oh my - zay blaze

oh this sh-t is perfect bro, this sh-t is crazy
yo, yo if i mess up just keep it rolling
yeah

[hook]
oh man, oh man, oh man, oh my
oh man, oh man, oh man, oh my
you don’t want to throw hands both hands go by
oh man, oh man, oh man, oh my

[verse 1]
can’t n0body mess with me, i been up since chef jimmy
so i ain’t got no rest in me so why y’all out here testing me
hold up, y’all n-ggas ain’t listening, look look look… uh i can’t die
it’ll take a while if you waiting just hang tight
took the big toe so you gotta hang 9
push the new whip driving like it ain’t mine
aye, my team doing big things n-gga
made a couple thou that’s a big change n-gga
everybody watching the wrist game n-gga
it’s the same ain’t sh-t change n-gga
they want beats yeah but i need the cash up front
throw it in the bag let me grab those ones
back of the ‘lac where the gas don’t run
zero got a stack where he stashed mo gun
yeah, pop out, pull up, hop out
i ain’t known to flex but sh-t i do a lot now
how many rounds it take with the box until it’s a knock out
you say you got the key to success so how you locked out
hit em with the key change
n-ggas always asking can we hang
you lookin for a chance to get free things
you n-ggas talk, walk, look, sound, and speak lame

[hook]

[verse 2]
waking up to -ss every day
i’m thinking i should smash every day
letting all my cash serenade
you don’t get it i’ll let that marinate
riding with that nina bruh
ya head spinning like a ballerina bruh
she ain’t bad if i ain’t never seen her bruh
and if you got a problem talk to trena bruh
don’t act hard n-gga don’t act up
hiking up your pants tryna act tough
tryna pull up on my fam better back up
you don’t wanna see a n-gga get mad bruh
you don’t wanna see a n-gga have to spazz bruh
i recommend you shut up, all i can think is 1 finger 5 letters
n-gga i’m the truth but you like the lies better
you ain’t gotta ask, she mine if i met her

[hook]
(yo this sh-t is stupid, oh f-ck, f-ck these n-ggas)

[verse 3]
after everything i do for you
let you in my house opened up the stu for you
even lowered down the mic in the booth for you
and i spit a lil bit of that new for you
you wanna blame me cause your -ss can’t adapt, accusing me of trying to steal your sh-tty -ss raps
why i want yours if all my sh-t slap
acting so reckless will have you get clapped

- zay blaze

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