Ounce
Revisitingearth
I'm okay, I got bout an ounce
I'm okay, I step out the house
I'm okay, walk in unannounced
I get paid, break down like a pound
All this pain, keep hearing me out
Asking God how this came about
I'm the flyest nigga all around
I won't fight a nigga, shoot him down
Grab a flier bitch I'm in your town (Woah)
Tap the fuck in like right now
Rock out this bitch and we burning it down
Hop out that whip, turn that smile to a frown
Nigga I don't play
Bitch that's fasho
Said them bitches had me livid, never give a fuck bout a ho
Fuck nigga pockets looking rigid got my pockets looking swole
I'm in your fucking division running up them digits
Got your gang looking too slow
And I'm fucking the bitch that he simping over
Got her limping over, gotta walk with a pole
Niggas stupid, gotta walk with a pole
Bitches stupid, ain't Cupid can't love on a ho
Yeah she cool, but I like her throat
Yeah they cool, but I need the throne
Dollars, dollars, dollars
I need bills in my hands
I'm not a negotiator
I just need the fucking bands
I just skrt off on a hater
In the newest fucking Benz
Chew em up like Now and Later
And I still need the advance
Toss the heater easy bake
I'm a cheetah and a cheater, I'm a always get the pape
She text my phone she say "I need ya"
Guess I'm putting on my cape
Yeah I'm there to save the day
Where there's me, bitch there's a way
Y'all some amoebas, get away
I'm okay, I got bout an ounce
I'm okay, I step out the house
I'm okay, walk in unannounced
I get paid, break down like a pound
All this pain, keep hearing me out
Asking God how this came about
I'm the flyest nigga all around
I won't fight a nigga, shoot him down
Grab a flier bitch I'm in your town (Woah)
Tap the fuck in like right now
Rock out this bitch and we burning it down
Hop out that whip, turn that smile to a frown
Nigga I don't play
Bitch that's fasho
Said them bitches had me livid, never give a fuck bout a ho
Fuck nigga pockets looking rigid got my pockets looking swole
I'm in your fucking division running up them digits
Got your gang looking too slow
And I'm fucking the bitch that he simping over
Got her limping over, gotta walk with a pole
Niggas stupid, gotta walk with a pole
Bitches stupid, ain't Cupid can't love on a ho
Yeah she cool, but I like her throat
Yeah they cool, but I need the throne
I'm okay, I got bout an ounce
I'm okay, I step out the house
I'm okay, walk in unannounced
I get paid, break down like a pound
All this pain, keep hearing me out
Asking God how this came about
I'm the flyest nigga all around
I won't fight a nigga, shoot him down
Grab a flier bitch I'm in your town (Woah)
Tap the fuck in like right now
Rock out this bitch and we burning it down
Hop out that whip, turn that smile to a frown
Nigga I don't play
Bitch that's fasho
Said them bitches had me livid, never give a fuck bout a ho
Fuck nigga pockets looking rigid got my pockets looking swole
I'm in your fucking division running up them digits
Got your gang looking too slow
And I'm fucking the bitch that he simping over
Got her limping over, gotta walk with a pole
Niggas stupid, gotta walk with a pole
Bitches stupid, ain't Cupid can't love on a ho
Yeah she cool, but I like her throat
Yeah they cool, but I need the throne
Dollars, dollars, dollars
I need bills in my hands
I'm not a negotiator
I just need the fucking bands
I just skrt off on a hater
In the newest fucking Benz
Chew em up like Now and Later
And I still need the advance
Toss the heater easy bake
I'm a cheetah and a cheater, I'm a always get the pape
She text my phone she say "I need ya"
Guess I'm putting on my cape
Yeah I'm there to save the day
Where there's me, bitch there's a way
Y'all some amoebas, get away
I'm okay, I got bout an ounce
I'm okay, I step out the house
I'm okay, walk in unannounced
I get paid, break down like a pound
All this pain, keep hearing me out
Asking God how this came about
I'm the flyest nigga all around
I won't fight a nigga, shoot him down
Grab a flier bitch I'm in your town (Woah)
Tap the fuck in like right now
Rock out this bitch and we burning it down
Hop out that whip, turn that smile to a frown
Nigga I don't play
Bitch that's fasho
Said them bitches had me livid, never give a fuck bout a ho
Fuck nigga pockets looking rigid got my pockets looking swole
I'm in your fucking division running up them digits
Got your gang looking too slow
And I'm fucking the bitch that he simping over
Got her limping over, gotta walk with a pole
Niggas stupid, gotta walk with a pole
Bitches stupid, ain't Cupid can't love on a ho
Yeah she cool, but I like her throat
Yeah they cool, but I need the throne
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