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DeeMoneyusa - On The Urge (feat. Bartmoe) Lyrics



DeeMoneyusa - On The Urge (feat. Bartmoe) Lyrics




B.D.O.S
B.D.O.S
Aint trustin' shit, you got me f*cked up
Tell me what's up

I'm on the urge, I'm tryna run it up
Got Loki f*cked up
I got it back, now I ain't givin' up
F*ck the drink, stomach start bubble up

I can't drink the crush
Got me in my back, I'm turnin' up
I'm still turnin' up
Only pop out with my brothers

They don't want to show me love
All hunnids in her bed
I don't really give no f*cks
Bad bitch tryna f*ck

God ain't tryna press her up
She say she tryna pry the perky
I'm tryna roll the gravel up
Come around high speed

She be always high as f*ck
Brody tell me chill
He think I'm overly f*cked up
Ain't no way that we livin

These niggas f*cked up
Ain't no point in impressin' me
Baby, if you f*cked up
Don't try to embarrass me

You got me f*cked up
Don't want no company
I been tryna run it up
I be peepin', she on to me

I ain't tryna f*ck with her
She be tryna f*ck with me, my homies
She know we be doin' shit
I don't know if she want me

Or she tryna hear my new shit
Brody goin' fast, hope he don't crash
New whip can't lose it
It just mean my men just tell us

What the f*ck you doin
I just got a text right through the phone
Shit was green and wasn't blue
Like, what the f*ck you want

Heard you was chillin' with my bitch
Don't let me get you gone
It's never pressure bout a bitch
Put money in her thongs

Treat her like a stripper, bitch
You mad she f*ckin' with the kid
I don't really like to tell a show
Where I really live

Butters really f*cked that bitch
My butters knowin' how we live
We just tryna run that money up
Tryna keep it real

Don't be tryna tell us
How you comin', f*ck, how you feel
Blew another bag, but we on still
Know we tryna get it, nigga

We can't chill
Seen a couple thousands, bitch
I'm close to a mil
Ain't trust this shit

You got me f*cked up
Tell me what's up
I'm on the urge, I'm tryna run it up
F*ck Loki, f*cked up

I got it back, now I ain't givin' up
Loki givin' up
F*ck the drink, stomach start bubble up
I can't drink the crush

Got me in my back, I'm turnin' up
I'm still turnin' up
Only pop out with my butters
They don't want to show me love
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English

B.D.O.S
B.D.O.S
Aint trustin' shit, you got me f*cked up
Tell me what's up

I'm on the urge, I'm tryna run it up
Got Loki f*cked up
I got it back, now I ain't givin' up
F*ck the drink, stomach start bubble up

I can't drink the crush
Got me in my back, I'm turnin' up
I'm still turnin' up
Only pop out with my brothers

They don't want to show me love
All hunnids in her bed
I don't really give no f*cks
Bad bitch tryna f*ck

God ain't tryna press her up
She say she tryna pry the perky
I'm tryna roll the gravel up
Come around high speed

She be always high as f*ck
Brody tell me chill
He think I'm overly f*cked up
Ain't no way that we livin

These niggas f*cked up
Ain't no point in impressin' me
Baby, if you f*cked up
Don't try to embarrass me

You got me f*cked up
Don't want no company
I been tryna run it up
I be peepin', she on to me

I ain't tryna f*ck with her
She be tryna f*ck with me, my homies
She know we be doin' shit
I don't know if she want me

Or she tryna hear my new shit
Brody goin' fast, hope he don't crash
New whip can't lose it
It just mean my men just tell us

What the f*ck you doin
I just got a text right through the phone
Shit was green and wasn't blue
Like, what the f*ck you want

Heard you was chillin' with my bitch
Don't let me get you gone
It's never pressure bout a bitch
Put money in her thongs

Treat her like a stripper, bitch
You mad she f*ckin' with the kid
I don't really like to tell a show
Where I really live

Butters really f*cked that bitch
My butters knowin' how we live
We just tryna run that money up
Tryna keep it real

Don't be tryna tell us
How you comin', f*ck, how you feel
Blew another bag, but we on still
Know we tryna get it, nigga

We can't chill
Seen a couple thousands, bitch
I'm close to a mil
Ain't trust this shit

You got me f*cked up
Tell me what's up
I'm on the urge, I'm tryna run it up
F*ck Loki, f*cked up

I got it back, now I ain't givin' up
Loki givin' up
F*ck the drink, stomach start bubble up
I can't drink the crush

Got me in my back, I'm turnin' up
I'm still turnin' up
Only pop out with my butters
They don't want to show me love
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Writer: Hottest Youngins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Hottest Youngins
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