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Testo O.M.D. - Sha Ek

Testo della canzone O.M.D. (Sha Ek), tratta dall'album Defiant Presents: Jiggy in Jersey (Slowed Down)

Grrah, grrah
Gang-gang-gang
I don't know why niggas on my dick
On gang, I made them niggas lit
I told them niggas I was big from the heart
And we finally came out of the dark
Who fake? Y'all niggas left me
I'm tryna up it on you and your bestie
This Glock .9 on my name, it's a retchie
Got me a hot, so I'm spinnin' with Lefty
Since young, he was on my side
If they try to test, you niggas gotta die
When I'm in the field, I make my mother cry
Bitch, I'm still hot, I got hit, I ain't die
Grrah, and I gotta go out for my gang
They was right with me goin' through that pain
I was on the park, I was goin' insane
And for Hef', I got booked, I never said a name
I don't know why niggas on my dick
On gang, I made them niggas lit
I told them niggas I was big from the heart
And we finally came out of the dark
Who fake? Y'all niggas left me
I'm tryna up it on you and your bestie
This Glock .9 on my name, it's a retchie (Ayy)
Got me a hot, so I'm spinnin' with Lefty (Hold on, what? Wait)
I'm in Newark, bitch, I'm on hots
I see lil' bro, lil' bro gettin' shot
Shout out TrapMobb, shout out MobTrop
My bro before all the guap
Bro tryna diss, tryna get him a name
It's cool 'til bro show up on your block
In the hood, I'm geeked
And they just freed Nut, right up out the box
She let me fuck, she know I'm that nigga
I'm nineteen, I got a few figures
I know some niggas that bust that trigger
Tryna hit lil' bro and his nigga
Big boy tryna clear out the scene
I know he won't miss, that shit got a beam
How you rich? You livin' a P
Don't make me have to end a nigga dream
I don't know why niggas on my dick
On gang, I made them niggas lit
I told them niggas I was big from the heart
And we finally came out of the dark
Who fake? Y'all niggas left me
I'm tryna up it on you and your bestie
This Glock .9 on my name, it's a retchie
Got me a hot, so I'm spinnin' with Lefty
I don't know why niggas on my dick
On gang, I made them niggas lit
I told them niggas I was big from the heart
And we finally came out of the dark
Who fake? Y'all niggas left me
I'm tryna up it on you and your bestie
This Glock .9 on my name, it's a retchie
Got me a hot, so I'm spinnin' with Lefty



Credits
Writer(s): Siril Pettus, Emmanuel Dotse, Chalim Perry, Alexis Cavalieri
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