Odzmoney - BOV
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{intro}
(p, you got that)
{chorus}
Real talk, i was smartest in my class
How i turned into a criminal, all i can do is laugh
Nobody was there when i was brass
Now i got a couple baddies 'round and they're shakin' up their arse
Young rich nigga, i ain't even gotta ask, no
Shoutout glace, you know i did it with twin
Took a risk, now he rock a plain carti' in the gym, bov
Days we was runnin' through sims
Now it's burberry livin' on my limbs, bov
Fuck all the niggas who don't like me
They're talkin' like girls, can't say it to my face
Listen, i don't give a fuck about a chicken
Try me, let me show you patties if i'm fibbin', i love it
Niggas can't speak with their chest, they need a bra
'cause most of these bitches got breasts
I was broke, they still wanna see me with less
I wrote, real talk, the streets know that i'm the best, wallahi
{verse}
I said the streets know that i'm the best, it's fact
They been callin' me the life of the party
You niggas stay wass and i'ma kill 'em with stats (ching)
I'm on the throne like charlie, a one man army, you niggas just cap (some cappers)
And even if man didn't rap, it's tapped, 'cause i still kill niggas with stacks
Finesse on the beat like that, you ain't got finesse on the beat like that
I hear man stressed on the beat like that
And i get man vexed when they hear me on the beat like that
Like, why's it gotta be like that?
'cause in real life, i know you ain't on me
Only your girlfriends are on me
{chorus}
Real talk, i was smartest in my class
How i turned into a criminal, all i can do is laugh
Nobody was there when i was brass
Now i got a couple baddies 'round and they're shakin' up their arse
Young rich nigga, i ain't even gotta ask, no
Shoutout glace, you know i did it with twin
Took a risk, now he rock a plain carti' in the gym, bov
Days we was runnin' through sims
Now it's burberry livin' on my limbs, bov
Fuck all the niggas who don't like me
They're talkin' like girls, can't say it to my face
Listen, i don't give a fuck about a chicken
Try me, let me show you patties if i'm fibbin', i love it
Niggas can't speak with their chest, they need a bra
'cause most of these bitches got breasts
I was broke, they still wanna see me with less
I wrote, real talk, the streets know that i'm the best, wallahi
{outro}
(p, you got that)
{intro}
(p, you got that)
{chorus}
Real talk, i was smartest in my class
How i turned into a criminal, all i can do is laugh
Nobody was there when i was brass
Now i got a couple baddies 'round and they're shakin' up their arse
Young rich nigga, i ain't even gotta ask, no
Shoutout glace, you know i did it with twin
Took a risk, now he rock a plain carti' in the gym, bov
Days we was runnin' through sims
Now it's burberry livin' on my limbs, bov
Fuck all the niggas who don't like me
They're talkin' like girls, can't say it to my face
Listen, i don't give a fuck about a chicken
Try me, let me show you patties if i'm fibbin', i love it
Niggas can't speak with their chest, they need a bra
'cause most of these bitches got breasts
I was broke, they still wanna see me with less
I wrote, real talk, the streets know that i'm the best, wallahi
{verse}
I said the streets know that i'm the best, it's fact
They been callin' me the life of the party
You niggas stay wass and i'ma kill 'em with stats (ching)
I'm on the throne like charlie, a one man army, you niggas just cap (some cappers)
And even if man didn't rap, it's tapped, 'cause i still kill niggas with stacks
Finesse on the beat like that, you ain't got finesse on the beat like that
I hear man stressed on the beat like that
And i get man vexed when they hear me on the beat like that
Like, why's it gotta be like that?
'cause in real life, i know you ain't on me
Only your girlfriends are on me
{chorus}
Real talk, i was smartest in my class
How i turned into a criminal, all i can do is laugh
Nobody was there when i was brass
Now i got a couple baddies 'round and they're shakin' up their arse
Young rich nigga, i ain't even gotta ask, no
Shoutout glace, you know i did it with twin
Took a risk, now he rock a plain carti' in the gym, bov
Days we was runnin' through sims
Now it's burberry livin' on my limbs, bov
Fuck all the niggas who don't like me
They're talkin' like girls, can't say it to my face
Listen, i don't give a fuck about a chicken
Try me, let me show you patties if i'm fibbin', i love it
Niggas can't speak with their chest, they need a bra
'cause most of these bitches got breasts
I was broke, they still wanna see me with less
I wrote, real talk, the streets know that i'm the best, wallahi
{outro}
(p, you got that)
