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WARNING (OMW) Video (MV)




Performed By: EAST RICH
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: BOBBY CARTLEDGE




EAST RICH - WARNING (OMW) Lyrics




Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy
What's up, my name is East, and yeah, I probably should be medicated
Told the fans I got some new shit comin, they been hella patient
I'm tryna buy a brand new crib, that bitch came with a basement
My shits so f*ckin' good, I swear to God, I need the payment

I got ice on my neck and wrist look like I'm figure skatin
I told that label suck my dick, I sent a affidavit
She whip the dick out and she ride that bitch like a Mercedes

She want the smoke like, like what
Bitch, bitch can't smoke like this
Who want the smoke like bit, like what
Ooh, but bitch can't smoke like this
Who want the smoke like bitch, like what
Ooh, but bitch can't smoke like this
Who want the smoke like bitch, like what
Mm, shawty get shot in his shit

Big smoke lil' smoke, get smoke guaranteed you get wacked
Okay, but you a thug, you a thug, you suck, you a bitch and you wack
Y'all just some fake killers, drug dealers
They ain't with us, guess what, you can kiss my ass

Y'all just on computers, y'all ain't really shooters
Yeah, we make the music, but we really do this
I don't really give a f*ck, we influence
Yall bitches ain't really shooters

Who want the smoke like, like what
Bitch, bitch can't smoke like this
Who want the smoke like, like what
Ooh, but bitch can't smoke like this
Who, wanna smoke like bitch, like what
Ooh, but bitch can't smoke like this
Who, want the smoke like bitch, like what
Mm, shawty get shot in his shit

That's it, we done
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Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy
What's up, my name is East, and yeah, I probably should be medicated
Told the fans I got some new shit comin, they been hella patient
I'm tryna buy a brand new crib, that bitch came with a basement
My shits so f*ckin' good, I swear to God, I need the payment

I got ice on my neck and wrist look like I'm figure skatin
I told that label suck my dick, I sent a affidavit
She whip the dick out and she ride that bitch like a Mercedes

She want the smoke like, like what
Bitch, bitch can't smoke like this
Who want the smoke like bit, like what
Ooh, but bitch can't smoke like this
Who want the smoke like bitch, like what
Ooh, but bitch can't smoke like this
Who want the smoke like bitch, like what
Mm, shawty get shot in his shit

Big smoke lil' smoke, get smoke guaranteed you get wacked
Okay, but you a thug, you a thug, you suck, you a bitch and you wack
Y'all just some fake killers, drug dealers
They ain't with us, guess what, you can kiss my ass

Y'all just on computers, y'all ain't really shooters
Yeah, we make the music, but we really do this
I don't really give a f*ck, we influence
Yall bitches ain't really shooters

Who want the smoke like, like what
Bitch, bitch can't smoke like this
Who want the smoke like, like what
Ooh, but bitch can't smoke like this
Who, wanna smoke like bitch, like what
Ooh, but bitch can't smoke like this
Who, want the smoke like bitch, like what
Mm, shawty get shot in his shit

That's it, we done
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Writer: BOBBY CARTLEDGE
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