Aye
They say BMo out here wylin'
BMo out hear wylin'
Know he want that private island
I can tell by how he smilin'
These niggas end up dyin'
They can't handle what's supplyin'
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been eyein' out
Eyein' out
Eyein' out
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been eyein' now
Catchu wit some beef, an then my niggas bring da iron out
Iron out
Iron out
Wait... stop
Right, right there
Chains on in my night gear
Long hair and I don't care
Know some niggas that'll put the metal to ya head like some headgear
I'm back, an thass clear
Y'all had a whole year
Thass ova wit
Control a bit
Drivin' it
Like I stole the shit
I got two clips on my soldier hip
I got felonies, they got fingerprints
If I touch a gun, then it's da end of it
I'm spendin' it
Y'all pretended shit
But I'm not goin back
I got money, need the cash
I got hunnids, need the stacks
They just want it, that's a tax
That's the facts
I'm slave to the system
Gettin paid its a mission
Find my way, got the vision
Make em pray, like a Christian
This the day, I been missin
It's the hate, I was listenin'
Had some yay, caught me slippin'
Had to wait
Now I'm wishin' on the date
That these police set me free
Either way they sendin' hate
So "f*ck 12"'s what I'm sreamin' (f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve)
Till the day I d-i-e (f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve)
So "f*ck 12"'s what I'm sreamin' (f*ck twelve)
Till the day I d-i-e (f*ck twelve)
They say BMo out here wylin'
BMo out here wylin'
Know he want that private island
I can tell by how he stylin'
Peep a nigga game, they can't handle what's supplyin'
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been tryin' out
Yea, tryin out
Yea, tryin out
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been tryin out
Keep on actin funny, an my niggas bring the iron out
Yea, iron out
Yea, iron out
My hopes & dreams
It seems, it's seems
That I won't stop, till I achieve
By any means
It's not a want, bitch it's a need
I got it coursing through my veins
Like a pint uh Hennessy
Need a spark, light the b
It's an art, try an see
She a thot
I 'ont needa
I 'ont needa
Rest In Peace Aretha
I got all my Franklin's
Finally I made cents
Finally touched the pavement
I was waiting patient
Got up out my momma basement
Trappin' out the days inn
Small scale
No fish scale
Resale
Not Retail
Small scale
No fish scale
Resale
Not Retail
Bmor - Private Island Lyrics
Bmor - Private Island Lyrics
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Aye
They say BMo out here wylin'
BMo out hear wylin'
Know he want that private island
I can tell by how he smilin'
These niggas end up dyin'
They can't handle what's supplyin'
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been eyein' out
Eyein' out
Eyein' out
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been eyein' now
Catchu wit some beef, an then my niggas bring da iron out
Iron out
Iron out
Wait... stop
Right, right there
Chains on in my night gear
Long hair and I don't care
Know some niggas that'll put the metal to ya head like some headgear
I'm back, an thass clear
Y'all had a whole year
Thass ova wit
Control a bit
Drivin' it
Like I stole the shit
I got two clips on my soldier hip
I got felonies, they got fingerprints
If I touch a gun, then it's da end of it
I'm spendin' it
Y'all pretended shit
But I'm not goin back
I got money, need the cash
I got hunnids, need the stacks
They just want it, that's a tax
That's the facts
I'm slave to the system
Gettin paid its a mission
Find my way, got the vision
Make em pray, like a Christian
This the day, I been missin
It's the hate, I was listenin'
Had some yay, caught me slippin'
Had to wait
Now I'm wishin' on the date
That these police set me free
Either way they sendin' hate
So "f*ck 12"'s what I'm sreamin' (f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve)
Till the day I d-i-e (f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve)
So "f*ck 12"'s what I'm sreamin' (f*ck twelve)
Till the day I d-i-e (f*ck twelve)
They say BMo out here wylin'
BMo out here wylin'
Know he want that private island
I can tell by how he stylin'
Peep a nigga game, they can't handle what's supplyin'
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been tryin' out
Yea, tryin out
Yea, tryin out
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been tryin out
Keep on actin funny, an my niggas bring the iron out
Yea, iron out
Yea, iron out
My hopes & dreams
It seems, it's seems
That I won't stop, till I achieve
By any means
It's not a want, bitch it's a need
I got it coursing through my veins
Like a pint uh Hennessy
Need a spark, light the b
It's an art, try an see
She a thot
I 'ont needa
I 'ont needa
Rest In Peace Aretha
I got all my Franklin's
Finally I made cents
Finally touched the pavement
I was waiting patient
Got up out my momma basement
Trappin' out the days inn
Small scale
No fish scale
Resale
Not Retail
Small scale
No fish scale
Resale
Not Retail
They say BMo out here wylin'
BMo out hear wylin'
Know he want that private island
I can tell by how he smilin'
These niggas end up dyin'
They can't handle what's supplyin'
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been eyein' out
Eyein' out
Eyein' out
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been eyein' now
Catchu wit some beef, an then my niggas bring da iron out
Iron out
Iron out
Wait... stop
Right, right there
Chains on in my night gear
Long hair and I don't care
Know some niggas that'll put the metal to ya head like some headgear
I'm back, an thass clear
Y'all had a whole year
Thass ova wit
Control a bit
Drivin' it
Like I stole the shit
I got two clips on my soldier hip
I got felonies, they got fingerprints
If I touch a gun, then it's da end of it
I'm spendin' it
Y'all pretended shit
But I'm not goin back
I got money, need the cash
I got hunnids, need the stacks
They just want it, that's a tax
That's the facts
I'm slave to the system
Gettin paid its a mission
Find my way, got the vision
Make em pray, like a Christian
This the day, I been missin
It's the hate, I was listenin'
Had some yay, caught me slippin'
Had to wait
Now I'm wishin' on the date
That these police set me free
Either way they sendin' hate
So "f*ck 12"'s what I'm sreamin' (f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve)
Till the day I d-i-e (f*ck twelve, f*ck twelve)
So "f*ck 12"'s what I'm sreamin' (f*ck twelve)
Till the day I d-i-e (f*ck twelve)
They say BMo out here wylin'
BMo out here wylin'
Know he want that private island
I can tell by how he stylin'
Peep a nigga game, they can't handle what's supplyin'
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been tryin' out
Yea, tryin out
Yea, tryin out
Best protect ya aim, I can see what you been tryin out
Keep on actin funny, an my niggas bring the iron out
Yea, iron out
Yea, iron out
My hopes & dreams
It seems, it's seems
That I won't stop, till I achieve
By any means
It's not a want, bitch it's a need
I got it coursing through my veins
Like a pint uh Hennessy
Need a spark, light the b
It's an art, try an see
She a thot
I 'ont needa
I 'ont needa
Rest In Peace Aretha
I got all my Franklin's
Finally I made cents
Finally touched the pavement
I was waiting patient
Got up out my momma basement
Trappin' out the days inn
Small scale
No fish scale
Resale
Not Retail
Small scale
No fish scale
Resale
Not Retail
Writer: Brandon Morris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid