LOVE 4 DA O Lyrics

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