It’s Me lyrics

by

OJ da Juiceman


Shawty just right, call her Light Brite
She's super thick and that hoe could suck a di*k
And I'm hoodrich, so you know she's straight
I get so much guap, I get so much cake
f*ck the cops and f*ck the judge
Waka Flocka Flame, he a f*cking thug
Volume two, yeah, [?] bad
This a Southside track, paid five stacks flat
Shop a lot, smoke a lot
Trap a little 'cause I'm rapping now
I get [?], n*gga, how that sound?
My first mixtape, I won 50-play
Down south gutter music, this the f*cking movement
Red and blue boys, black and gold boys
Throw your set up, n*gga, bang for life
Keeps this sh*t a hundred, So Icey f*cking run it
I'm in no man's land, wish I can [?] for you
What's up, OGs? Big Bentley B's
What's up [?] with Mazaradi Fox
Every day, this sh*t, I'll burn a cop
Flocka
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