Playing games with hoes, I make em my controller
Yo lil bitch, she make like chairs at picnics when I fold her
I must be Omarion cause nigga got a Cold heart
See the stones up on my ear, they big, these some boulders
Im the closest and the furthest from the sun
Never the two, the people gotta know that I'm the one
I started at the top, the bottom'll never come
No need for racing niggas cause we already won
Yeah, lil bitch
Don't take it personal
A line a hoes ready to take yo place yeah you hurting who
Shorties begging me to have my baby and I'm curving em
Heating up on the niggas when I step out, thermalized
Verbalize, the lies she tell
Ladies knowing I'm that nigga, ain't gotta buy Chanel
They always open up and I'm reading em like a novel
This is how we do it nigga feeling like Jordan Montell
Stepping in the building the hoes know its me
Smelling like I just waltz in France attracting all the bees
Bout to pollenate the hoes can't fertilize the seed
She say she play the flute ain't no wonder why she good at chewing the reed
Playing games with hoes, I make em my controller
Yo lil bitch, she make like chairs at picnics when I fold her
I must be Omarion cause nigga got a Cold heart
See the stones up on my ear, they big, these some boulders
Im the closest and the furthest from the sun
Never the two, the people gotta know that I'm the one
I started at the top, the bottom'll never come
No need for racing niggas cause we already won
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Playing games with hoes, I make em my controller
Yo lil bitch, she make like chairs at picnics when I fold her
I must be Omarion cause nigga got a Cold heart
See the stones up on my ear, they big, these some boulders
Im the closest and the furthest from the sun
Never the two, the people gotta know that I'm the one
I started at the top, the bottom'll never come
No need for racing niggas cause we already won
Yeah, lil bitch
Don't take it personal
A line a hoes ready to take yo place yeah you hurting who
Shorties begging me to have my baby and I'm curving em
Heating up on the niggas when I step out, thermalized
Verbalize, the lies she tell
Ladies knowing I'm that nigga, ain't gotta buy Chanel
They always open up and I'm reading em like a novel
This is how we do it nigga feeling like Jordan Montell
Stepping in the building the hoes know its me
Smelling like I just waltz in France attracting all the bees
Bout to pollenate the hoes can't fertilize the seed
She say she play the flute ain't no wonder why she good at chewing the reed
Playing games with hoes, I make em my controller
Yo lil bitch, she make like chairs at picnics when I fold her
I must be Omarion cause nigga got a Cold heart
See the stones up on my ear, they big, these some boulders
Im the closest and the furthest from the sun
Never the two, the people gotta know that I'm the one
I started at the top, the bottom'll never come
No need for racing niggas cause we already won
Yo lil bitch, she make like chairs at picnics when I fold her
I must be Omarion cause nigga got a Cold heart
See the stones up on my ear, they big, these some boulders
Im the closest and the furthest from the sun
Never the two, the people gotta know that I'm the one
I started at the top, the bottom'll never come
No need for racing niggas cause we already won
Yeah, lil bitch
Don't take it personal
A line a hoes ready to take yo place yeah you hurting who
Shorties begging me to have my baby and I'm curving em
Heating up on the niggas when I step out, thermalized
Verbalize, the lies she tell
Ladies knowing I'm that nigga, ain't gotta buy Chanel
They always open up and I'm reading em like a novel
This is how we do it nigga feeling like Jordan Montell
Stepping in the building the hoes know its me
Smelling like I just waltz in France attracting all the bees
Bout to pollenate the hoes can't fertilize the seed
She say she play the flute ain't no wonder why she good at chewing the reed
Playing games with hoes, I make em my controller
Yo lil bitch, she make like chairs at picnics when I fold her
I must be Omarion cause nigga got a Cold heart
See the stones up on my ear, they big, these some boulders
Im the closest and the furthest from the sun
Never the two, the people gotta know that I'm the one
I started at the top, the bottom'll never come
No need for racing niggas cause we already won
Writer: Nicholas Rogers
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