O's to Oscars
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Juicy J, DJ Blak
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O's to Oscars
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I'm still workin' while I'm on vacation
You can't tell me nothin' 'bout my dedication
Weed, pills and that drank, that's my medication
Feet up in my whip, cause it's very...
I'm still working while I'm on vacation
You can't tell me nothing about my dedication
Weed pills and that drank, that's my medication
Feet up in my whip 'cause it's very spacious
All these niggas nervous, what the fuck is pressure?
You not on this level cause you lack the effort
You thought you seen the drought, you about to see a desert
Gettin' to this money is my guilty pleasure
I should take a break and let 'em get a chance
Fuck that shit I'm turned up in this bitch again
Bitch, I ain't your daddy, I can't hold your hand
One thing that's for sure is bands gon' make her dance
Play this at your party, play this on your block
Play this at your office, play this in your shop
Play this when you and the homies load the Glocks
Play this shit again when my album drop
My business get personal, forgive me for birthin' you
I heard a couple lines that you stole from a verse or two
My flow is too versatile, my punchlines get surgical
'Fore I even heard of you, I already murdered you
Hard work pays off, so bitch you know what to do
Lock myself down in the trap for 'bout a month or two
I got work so you know that clientele comin' through
We got grams, we got Grammys, we got O's and Oscars too
She wanna hop in the Range, I wanna hop in the Wraith
She want it all in her pants, I want it all in her face
All I be wantin' is bands, all I be wantin' is bass
I don't be wantin' no friends, bitch get the fuck out my face
She fell in love in a day, I fell in love with the yay
I fell in love with the cake, ain't got to tell me to spray
Had to make sure we was straight, I was the reason we ate
I put the food on your plate, you should just let me be great
Half a million on a grape, all these niggas full of hate
I'm so high, I need a cape
I'm so high, I'm out of space
My savings runnin' out of space
'Cause I be spendin' to the cake
Like I'm tryin' to win a race
Your bitch is all up in my face
Tell her she got good taste
'Cause all I know is first place
We was the ones that was tellin' them niggas about cookin' and whippin' the yay
All of these bitches be on me when I'm in the Bentley what more can I say?
Bitch I been kickin' this pimpin', since pimpin' been pimpin' way back in the day
Real niggas gettin' this money so fuck you little bloggers and fuck what you say
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