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Bigg Kent - Olivas Verdict Lyrics



Bigg Kent - Olivas Verdict Lyrics
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Are you threatening me
It's not a threat
It's a verdict
Huh man
On, Kingsley
You know the rule
Blood for blood
I'm fresh up out that kitchen
I'm about to give them law like Benson
These niggas soft like kittens
I got drugs wherever I visit
And these niggas ain't in my school
It looked like they had suspended
And I came in here with two straps
Now it's looking like suspenders
I'm in love with my new daughter
My proud family
Al Roker
I got a gun the size of Yoda
And I'm all in like poker
And I'm on they neck like a choker
Had to carry this bitch on my shoulder
Got hit from here to east over
It got good range like a rover
I like Easter pink in my cup
I treat Molly like it's dust
I'm like Giannis for them bucks
And I'm suited up like a tux
You better watch the way that you stare
I wooddraw like silverware
Coulda won defense player of the year
Cause I check anybody around here
And I'm still stuck in my ways
I be in her buns like a frank
Baby, I deserve like tank
Got this shit on lock like a safe
I go places where they can't
They be telling like a bank
Yeah, and I cook this shit up
It's homemade like a shank
I still got grams for the dub
Bitches treat me like a plug
I take perks when aint shit wrong
I have threesomes just because
Now I'm in the field like cleats
I be roasted like beef
I been high all damn week
And I love sleeping with neek
Got some fat that'll really go boom
Take a nigga down like a wrestling move
Or lift him up like a stepping stool
All the way up to the upper room
I still let it ring like a groom
And I'm still in love with that boot
I just keep going up
Up and up like a balloon
In this drug game,
I got knowledge
I got two scales in my pocket
I take pride in being a father
But marshae keep making it harder
I hope you listening, you little bitch
I hope your other son retarded
I hope the food you eat is rotten
I hope you catch herpes through a condom
And I..
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Are you threatening me
It's not a threat
It's a verdict
Huh man
On, Kingsley
You know the rule
Blood for blood
I'm fresh up out that kitchen
I'm about to give them law like Benson
These niggas soft like kittens
I got drugs wherever I visit
And these niggas ain't in my school
It looked like they had suspended
And I came in here with two straps
Now it's looking like suspenders
I'm in love with my new daughter
My proud family
Al Roker
I got a gun the size of Yoda
And I'm all in like poker
And I'm on they neck like a choker
Had to carry this bitch on my shoulder
Got hit from here to east over
It got good range like a rover
I like Easter pink in my cup
I treat Molly like it's dust
I'm like Giannis for them bucks
And I'm suited up like a tux
You better watch the way that you stare
I wooddraw like silverware
Coulda won defense player of the year
Cause I check anybody around here
And I'm still stuck in my ways
I be in her buns like a frank
Baby, I deserve like tank
Got this shit on lock like a safe
I go places where they can't
They be telling like a bank
Yeah, and I cook this shit up
It's homemade like a shank
I still got grams for the dub
Bitches treat me like a plug
I take perks when aint shit wrong
I have threesomes just because
Now I'm in the field like cleats
I be roasted like beef
I been high all damn week
And I love sleeping with neek
Got some fat that'll really go boom
Take a nigga down like a wrestling move
Or lift him up like a stepping stool
All the way up to the upper room
I still let it ring like a groom
And I'm still in love with that boot
I just keep going up
Up and up like a balloon
In this drug game,
I got knowledge
I got two scales in my pocket
I take pride in being a father
But marshae keep making it harder
I hope you listening, you little bitch
I hope your other son retarded
I hope the food you eat is rotten
I hope you catch herpes through a condom
And I..
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Writer: Bob Molly
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Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Bob Molly

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