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O.T.M (Out The Mud) Lyrics - Artist : Pressa
Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in your face
His biggest record ain't even better than my Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways I sell a record but I really could sell anything Car get riddled dickdickdah, bullets riddling Bullets riddling, shit hot, yeah it's crazy Bullets riddling, bullets hot, yeah they blazing Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him They used to call me Rico and I was serving crack to Jason Woah, I'm with the gang and all I know is fuck the rest I know niggas catch a body like it's something off they chest I know a nigga served a junkie now he walking off the edge It's so hard to click over when my niggas call collect They keep cutting out the threeway, questioning for three days Homicides get beat ay, they promise he ain't leaving Lawyer with no briefcase, and he walk out the station, smiling like a demon Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways I sell a record but I really could sell anything Car get riddled dickdickdah, bullets riddling Bullets riddling, shit hot, yeah it's crazy Bullets riddling, bullets hot, yeah they blazing Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him They used to call me Rico and I was serving crack to Jason Woah I wanna live good, If I don't know the business then I go read the book My nigga ya he stuck, ain't no leaving the hood Condo next to the hood, I drop a hit now I'm ready to book (Woah) You see I'm sick, I got a Wass disease (Woah) He get shot and now he washed and deceased (Woah) W, so we double the V (Woah) Homicide, this ain't regular D's (Woah) I came up, off of 36 O's You see the police try to hang me with ropes, I went to Hundred from O I know some niggas that play with they nose I got some dawgs but they don't play with a bone, yeah you know how it go Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face His biggest record ain't even better than my throwaways I sell a record but I really could sell anything Car get riddled dickdickdah, bullets riddling Bullets riddling, shit hot, yeah it's crazy Bullets riddling, bullets hot, yeah they blazing Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him They used to call me Rico and I was serving crack to Jason Woah |
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