Paroles de la chanson Oomps Revenge, Pt. 2 par Trippie Redd
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Paroles de la chanson Oomps Revenge, Pt. 2 par Trippie Redd
Free Lo, free Zoo
Sippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in, turnin' boys to men
Never livin' unemployed again, never livin' off your boy again
Yeah, everything 'plex, never nothin' foul on the set
Sippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in, turnin' boys to men
Never livin' unemployed again, never livin' off your boy again
Yeah, everything 'plex, never nothin' foul on the set
Go a hundred thousand miles for the set
Hundred thou' on the neck
Chin up, never look down on a speck
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, "Get it," but you ain't focusin' yet
Niggas' bitches actin' bogus, upset, cryin' over the neck
I'ma be cryin' in a Rolls or a Jet
Blowin' O's with VV's on the neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody that's genuine
And if you ain't real, then we discontinuin'
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hundred thou' on the neck
Chin up, never look down on a speck
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, "Get it," but you ain't focusin' yet
Niggas' bitches actin' bogus, upset, cryin' over the neck
I'ma be cryin' in a Rolls or a Jet
Blowin' O's with VV's on the neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody that's genuine
And if you ain't real, then we discontinuin'
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in, turnin' boys to men
Never livin' unemployed again, never livin' off your boy again
R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you know what it is
Go on ahead and pop that shit
Go 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it's gon' pop, yeah
This shit ain't poppin', nigga
Now go like that, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man, Oomp
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in, turnin' boys to men
Never livin' unemployed again, never livin' off your boy again
R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you know what it is
Go on ahead and pop that shit
Go 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it's gon' pop, yeah
This shit ain't poppin', nigga
Now go like that, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man, Oomp
R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul
Mad disrespectful shit
Mad disrespectful shit
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