Love 4 Da O
Amazed, amazed, amazed
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
They hate, they hate, they hate
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
Amazed, amazed, amazed
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
They hate, they hate, they hate
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
R.I.P the bros
Can't believe I made out the O
That's just how it goes
Still can't believe I made out the O
R.I.P the bros (R.I.P the bros)
Can't believe I made out the O (out the O)
And that's just how it goes (it goes)
Still can't believe I made out the O
Amazed, amazed, amazed
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
They hate, they hate, they hate
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
R.I.P the bros
R.I.P the bros
Look at they face they hate, the jealous and rage
Is all on display and its clear
I do not play with these niggas or play with these figures
We tryna reach 8 this year
Look at the placements here, the glacier's tear
This ice on my neck is a rock
I just know I gotta start with a quality verse
And the product is first and it pops
Do it for Shino, I do it for Santos and Black and lil Aaron man love for the O
Do it for Tokyo that was my Brodie though
I done made way too much R.I.P posts
Everyone love you until they go hate and debate you
You already you know you the goat
They ain't believe in me
The Jesus piece the only thing keeping a float
I am a martyr for starters
I'm gifted I walk with the spirit and the Holy Ghost
Land of the killers I stand and deliver I'm from Oxon Hill but I travel the globe
If they do the least, then I do the most
I become a beast, I go in the that tote
I pull out a a hundred of hundred's of president's faces it's crazy I don't even vote
Yeah that shit crazy I been bout it (Bitch)
Driving Ms. Daisy I don't drive the boat
She telling you maybe but really it's no
I spill my lil babies on top of her throat
She go a lil crazy she come from the O
I miss 1001 cause it's close to the home
I miss Oxon Hill, the home of the goats
I miss Oxon Hill cause it's all that I know
(Yeah)
(So how should I know)
There is no hate in not one of my bones
They goin to war and I stay in my zone
Young Skinny Bobby got love for the O
All of my niggas we tryna go platinum
None of my niggas gon settle for gold
She know that I'm Bob and i'm touching her soul
Oh
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
They hate, they hate, they hate
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
Amazed, amazed, amazed
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
They hate, they hate, they hate
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
R.I.P the bros
Can't believe I made out the O
That's just how it goes
Still can't believe I made out the O
R.I.P the bros (R.I.P the bros)
Can't believe I made out the O (out the O)
And that's just how it goes (it goes)
Still can't believe I made out the O
Amazed, amazed, amazed
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
They hate, they hate, they hate
Ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa, ouu whoa
R.I.P the bros
R.I.P the bros
Look at they face they hate, the jealous and rage
Is all on display and its clear
I do not play with these niggas or play with these figures
We tryna reach 8 this year
Look at the placements here, the glacier's tear
This ice on my neck is a rock
I just know I gotta start with a quality verse
And the product is first and it pops
Do it for Shino, I do it for Santos and Black and lil Aaron man love for the O
Do it for Tokyo that was my Brodie though
I done made way too much R.I.P posts
Everyone love you until they go hate and debate you
You already you know you the goat
They ain't believe in me
The Jesus piece the only thing keeping a float
I am a martyr for starters
I'm gifted I walk with the spirit and the Holy Ghost
Land of the killers I stand and deliver I'm from Oxon Hill but I travel the globe
If they do the least, then I do the most
I become a beast, I go in the that tote
I pull out a a hundred of hundred's of president's faces it's crazy I don't even vote
Yeah that shit crazy I been bout it (Bitch)
Driving Ms. Daisy I don't drive the boat
She telling you maybe but really it's no
I spill my lil babies on top of her throat
She go a lil crazy she come from the O
I miss 1001 cause it's close to the home
I miss Oxon Hill, the home of the goats
I miss Oxon Hill cause it's all that I know
(Yeah)
(So how should I know)
There is no hate in not one of my bones
They goin to war and I stay in my zone
Young Skinny Bobby got love for the O
All of my niggas we tryna go platinum
None of my niggas gon settle for gold
She know that I'm Bob and i'm touching her soul
Oh
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Writer(s): Mountee Brown
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