Oh God Lyrics
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Oh God Lyricsby Andre Nickatina Buy album CD: Other Songs CL - S Oh God Andre Nickatina & Equipto (Queezy) It's two for the money I'm through with the funny actin hoes They sharin each other clothes The game run in and close You bottom ??? Your jealous Cause I'm doin it rockin these shows Suppose the game changed It still I would maintain Hustling off top and rumble the same day And shake it all you can girl It might be ladies night but it's a man's world I got a plan to get it But you so random wit it Im gone and can't chance it Understand this pimpin is strong No, no I ain't fuckin for freebees It look real good but don't nuttin come eazy The bitches say queezy I'm losin my mind Don't trip cause it's ‘Moe I can do wit my time I don't rhyme for the flossy things I'm on the grind like coffee beans By all means I gotta, yadidimean for the thizz nation Countinuin goin hard keep bitch breakin Which way it goes im like hey I'm all about makin the money the right way What I say goes though I might lay low When I hit the scene it's like they know It's a typical… (Nicky T) Man I'm 45 official and a missile in your mental Man this game is clear as crystal And it's really out to get you Man this roll is made of gold If your crownin me the wizard Be my little pizza girl Yo and baby you'll deliver Cause your shootin through the city And your pretty like a diamond Man walkin in the rain I couldn't tell that you was cryin It was all about the sugar caine Goin through the sugar thangs Had to get my grits Baby girl when the sugar came Hopped you on the first plane Took you to another state Different place, different face, staggered in the balla race Baby what you gonna make, baby gave a little shake Said she wasn't gonna stop until she got in first place Focus like a striper shoota On her like a barracuda Talkin like I'm Rifta Ruler This is how I have to do ya This is how I have to school ya Boss on three Bring it to the table then it's all on me Big bank! (Queezy) It's temptation without the endulsion To show passion without the emotion Im a cold cat roll that blunt And off a impulse I can't hold back once Through rapid fire, so real you can't deny It's like you hearin ghosts from the after life So pass the weed and proceed baby I get over high You know, cross my heart and hope to die You see we self made eatin good cause we well paid Although I never ever made it past the 12th grade No GEDs or cap and gown Basically known for my rappin' style Puttin it down and shuffling through yo town It's big now I got a list I wanna turn to get down And my name ring bells now west to east It's all false till a muthafucka rest in piece You know life
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