I want big bank on me so Imma keep on grind till I can't no mo
My dogs be crazy shooting like Steph Curry
No stopping from the feds told my bro to go
I reminisce about them times made money on the lowkey
How they bucking shots thinking that stuff finna stop me
Speaking how I feel odb want smoke Bob Marley
And if I hurt your feeling nah nigga I ain't sorry
Online all these people hate then go turnup to my songs
Word for word like this thing a song along
In my dms praying God for a response
Gon leave him croaked then roll em up like a croissant
Might cheat to win rip Eddie Guerrero
Back in my day outside no shoes that was the ghetto
I don't really f with fakes leave my way trying get cake like everyday
So just get out my face lil bitch
Connected his body like its jigsaw lost his head from the chopper
I'm from the flame nigga no not Wake Flocka
They hearing gun sounds ak blocka blocka
They smoke that old shit the Flintstones Yabba dabba
Thinking bout them days when a nigga had none
Had to rob had to steal all the stuff we got done
They robbing who he on crack man that boy just real dumb
I see they want to have sum beef its the war just begun
He gon please why you gotta shoot me in my knee
I can't even walk no more when they down they can't leave from up the floor
He gon please why you gotta shoot me in my knee
I can't even walk no more when they down they can't leave from up the floor
I want big bank on me so Imma keep on grind till I can't no mo
My dogs be crazy shooting like Steph Curry
No stopping from the feds told my bro to go
I reminisce about them times made money on the lowkey
How they bucking shots thinking that stuff finna stop me
Speaking how I feel odb want smoke Bob Marley
And if I hurt your feeling nah nigga I ain't sorry
MainCiaga - No Apologies Lyrics
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I want big bank on me so Imma keep on grind till I can't no mo
My dogs be crazy shooting like Steph Curry
No stopping from the feds told my bro to go
I reminisce about them times made money on the lowkey
How they bucking shots thinking that stuff finna stop me
Speaking how I feel odb want smoke Bob Marley
And if I hurt your feeling nah nigga I ain't sorry
Online all these people hate then go turnup to my songs
Word for word like this thing a song along
In my dms praying God for a response
Gon leave him croaked then roll em up like a croissant
Might cheat to win rip Eddie Guerrero
Back in my day outside no shoes that was the ghetto
I don't really f with fakes leave my way trying get cake like everyday
So just get out my face lil bitch
Connected his body like its jigsaw lost his head from the chopper
I'm from the flame nigga no not Wake Flocka
They hearing gun sounds ak blocka blocka
They smoke that old shit the Flintstones Yabba dabba
Thinking bout them days when a nigga had none
Had to rob had to steal all the stuff we got done
They robbing who he on crack man that boy just real dumb
I see they want to have sum beef its the war just begun
He gon please why you gotta shoot me in my knee
I can't even walk no more when they down they can't leave from up the floor
He gon please why you gotta shoot me in my knee
I can't even walk no more when they down they can't leave from up the floor
I want big bank on me so Imma keep on grind till I can't no mo
My dogs be crazy shooting like Steph Curry
No stopping from the feds told my bro to go
I reminisce about them times made money on the lowkey
How they bucking shots thinking that stuff finna stop me
Speaking how I feel odb want smoke Bob Marley
And if I hurt your feeling nah nigga I ain't sorry
My dogs be crazy shooting like Steph Curry
No stopping from the feds told my bro to go
I reminisce about them times made money on the lowkey
How they bucking shots thinking that stuff finna stop me
Speaking how I feel odb want smoke Bob Marley
And if I hurt your feeling nah nigga I ain't sorry
Online all these people hate then go turnup to my songs
Word for word like this thing a song along
In my dms praying God for a response
Gon leave him croaked then roll em up like a croissant
Might cheat to win rip Eddie Guerrero
Back in my day outside no shoes that was the ghetto
I don't really f with fakes leave my way trying get cake like everyday
So just get out my face lil bitch
Connected his body like its jigsaw lost his head from the chopper
I'm from the flame nigga no not Wake Flocka
They hearing gun sounds ak blocka blocka
They smoke that old shit the Flintstones Yabba dabba
Thinking bout them days when a nigga had none
Had to rob had to steal all the stuff we got done
They robbing who he on crack man that boy just real dumb
I see they want to have sum beef its the war just begun
He gon please why you gotta shoot me in my knee
I can't even walk no more when they down they can't leave from up the floor
He gon please why you gotta shoot me in my knee
I can't even walk no more when they down they can't leave from up the floor
I want big bank on me so Imma keep on grind till I can't no mo
My dogs be crazy shooting like Steph Curry
No stopping from the feds told my bro to go
I reminisce about them times made money on the lowkey
How they bucking shots thinking that stuff finna stop me
Speaking how I feel odb want smoke Bob Marley
And if I hurt your feeling nah nigga I ain't sorry
Writer: Main Ciaga
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid