Don't call me yeah
It's OTM out the mud
Ride like a Harley yeah
It's off the muscle
Baby are you ready
It's only the money
Baby are you ready, i'm in a nightmare got me feeling like i'm Freddy
Sleep with one eye open got me feeling like i'm Fetty
Bout to spin your block, shit did I miss the exit
Holding on the glock shit keep the shit steady
Turn his white tee to a meatball spaghetti
I don't like hoes that be always acting petty
Hitting up my phone cus i'm stacking up that lettuce
Don't call me yeah, Ride like a Harley yeah
Don't call me yeah, Ride in a rarri yeah
Got me waiting in the living room baby are you ready
While i'm in the living room can I get some becky
Don't be acting petty
Kick the bitch out watch the LeeMan debt it
I'm on the block I don't really like to waste time
We on the clock me and Boog on the phone line
Flip a pack watch I make the money multiply
Everybody round me strapped like i'm T.I unn
Matter fact like i'm T.O
I'm the Hall of Fame goat you just walk around broke
No i'm not a player something more like a coach
You be like a rat something more like a roach
I can lose it, I be cruising, with ya shawty round my bros and she choosing
Shooters all around me and they all finna do ya
Take her to the room cameras busting like a movie
I ain't even blood but i'm booling
I ain't even crip but i'm motherf*cking cooling
Got some money in your pocket who you fooling
Shawty slopping on the mic like she stupid
Make it rain, OTM Brushonn LeeMan
Make plays triple beam bring the pain
VVS on your neck that's a stain
Like i'm Lou Will got subbed in the game
Searching in the couch for the loose f*cking change
Walking in my Grandma's house smell like gank
Walking with the bands while i'm laughing to the bank
You better step your rank up
Step your gang up, hit the range up
Nonstop I was trapping out in danger
Way back I was living out of anger
Walking through the valley of the shadow of the death
Walking through the valley in the shadows moving stealth
Hating on the Lee that be bad for your health
Say you better than me must be smoking on that meth
Backstroke your bitch hit it like i'm Michael Phelps
Baby are you ready, i'm in a nightmare got me feeling like i'm Freddy
Sleep with one eye open got me feeling like i'm Fetty
Bout to spin your block, shit did I miss the exit
Holding on the glock shit keep the shit steady
Turn his white tee to a meatball spaghetti
I don't like hoes that be always acting petty
Hitting up my phone cus i'm stacking up that lettuce
Don't call me yeah, Ride like a Harley yeah
Don't call me yeah, Ride in a rarri yeah
Got me waiting in the living room baby are you ready
While i'm in the living room can I get some becky
Don't be acting petty
Kick the bitch out watch the LeeMan debt it
LeeMan - Spaghetti Lyrics
LeeMan - Spaghetti Lyrics
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Don't call me yeah
It's OTM out the mud
Ride like a Harley yeah
It's off the muscle
Baby are you ready
It's only the money
Baby are you ready, i'm in a nightmare got me feeling like i'm Freddy
Sleep with one eye open got me feeling like i'm Fetty
Bout to spin your block, shit did I miss the exit
Holding on the glock shit keep the shit steady
Turn his white tee to a meatball spaghetti
I don't like hoes that be always acting petty
Hitting up my phone cus i'm stacking up that lettuce
Don't call me yeah, Ride like a Harley yeah
Don't call me yeah, Ride in a rarri yeah
Got me waiting in the living room baby are you ready
While i'm in the living room can I get some becky
Don't be acting petty
Kick the bitch out watch the LeeMan debt it
I'm on the block I don't really like to waste time
We on the clock me and Boog on the phone line
Flip a pack watch I make the money multiply
Everybody round me strapped like i'm T.I unn
Matter fact like i'm T.O
I'm the Hall of Fame goat you just walk around broke
No i'm not a player something more like a coach
You be like a rat something more like a roach
I can lose it, I be cruising, with ya shawty round my bros and she choosing
Shooters all around me and they all finna do ya
Take her to the room cameras busting like a movie
I ain't even blood but i'm booling
I ain't even crip but i'm motherf*cking cooling
Got some money in your pocket who you fooling
Shawty slopping on the mic like she stupid
Make it rain, OTM Brushonn LeeMan
Make plays triple beam bring the pain
VVS on your neck that's a stain
Like i'm Lou Will got subbed in the game
Searching in the couch for the loose f*cking change
Walking in my Grandma's house smell like gank
Walking with the bands while i'm laughing to the bank
You better step your rank up
Step your gang up, hit the range up
Nonstop I was trapping out in danger
Way back I was living out of anger
Walking through the valley of the shadow of the death
Walking through the valley in the shadows moving stealth
Hating on the Lee that be bad for your health
Say you better than me must be smoking on that meth
Backstroke your bitch hit it like i'm Michael Phelps
Baby are you ready, i'm in a nightmare got me feeling like i'm Freddy
Sleep with one eye open got me feeling like i'm Fetty
Bout to spin your block, shit did I miss the exit
Holding on the glock shit keep the shit steady
Turn his white tee to a meatball spaghetti
I don't like hoes that be always acting petty
Hitting up my phone cus i'm stacking up that lettuce
Don't call me yeah, Ride like a Harley yeah
Don't call me yeah, Ride in a rarri yeah
Got me waiting in the living room baby are you ready
While i'm in the living room can I get some becky
Don't be acting petty
Kick the bitch out watch the LeeMan debt it
It's OTM out the mud
Ride like a Harley yeah
It's off the muscle
Baby are you ready
It's only the money
Baby are you ready, i'm in a nightmare got me feeling like i'm Freddy
Sleep with one eye open got me feeling like i'm Fetty
Bout to spin your block, shit did I miss the exit
Holding on the glock shit keep the shit steady
Turn his white tee to a meatball spaghetti
I don't like hoes that be always acting petty
Hitting up my phone cus i'm stacking up that lettuce
Don't call me yeah, Ride like a Harley yeah
Don't call me yeah, Ride in a rarri yeah
Got me waiting in the living room baby are you ready
While i'm in the living room can I get some becky
Don't be acting petty
Kick the bitch out watch the LeeMan debt it
I'm on the block I don't really like to waste time
We on the clock me and Boog on the phone line
Flip a pack watch I make the money multiply
Everybody round me strapped like i'm T.I unn
Matter fact like i'm T.O
I'm the Hall of Fame goat you just walk around broke
No i'm not a player something more like a coach
You be like a rat something more like a roach
I can lose it, I be cruising, with ya shawty round my bros and she choosing
Shooters all around me and they all finna do ya
Take her to the room cameras busting like a movie
I ain't even blood but i'm booling
I ain't even crip but i'm motherf*cking cooling
Got some money in your pocket who you fooling
Shawty slopping on the mic like she stupid
Make it rain, OTM Brushonn LeeMan
Make plays triple beam bring the pain
VVS on your neck that's a stain
Like i'm Lou Will got subbed in the game
Searching in the couch for the loose f*cking change
Walking in my Grandma's house smell like gank
Walking with the bands while i'm laughing to the bank
You better step your rank up
Step your gang up, hit the range up
Nonstop I was trapping out in danger
Way back I was living out of anger
Walking through the valley of the shadow of the death
Walking through the valley in the shadows moving stealth
Hating on the Lee that be bad for your health
Say you better than me must be smoking on that meth
Backstroke your bitch hit it like i'm Michael Phelps
Baby are you ready, i'm in a nightmare got me feeling like i'm Freddy
Sleep with one eye open got me feeling like i'm Fetty
Bout to spin your block, shit did I miss the exit
Holding on the glock shit keep the shit steady
Turn his white tee to a meatball spaghetti
I don't like hoes that be always acting petty
Hitting up my phone cus i'm stacking up that lettuce
Don't call me yeah, Ride like a Harley yeah
Don't call me yeah, Ride in a rarri yeah
Got me waiting in the living room baby are you ready
While i'm in the living room can I get some becky
Don't be acting petty
Kick the bitch out watch the LeeMan debt it
Writer: Bruce Hurdle
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid