Oh My Gawdd (Freestyle) Lyrics

Oh My Gawdd (Freestyle) - Ombre2Choc Nation

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Tunnel vision on cyclops, you bozos in my blind spots

Cause I can't see y'all, my level is on sky box

Got the game locked, I'm on top like a shot clock

I can do this shit on one leg like it's hop scotch

I be where them cops not, I be where them Glocks pop

Pain got the Glock cocked, put it to your snap box

Shawty make it pop lock when I'm in that thot box

My dildo stay hard, yeah, I got that rock cock (OOOUUU)

I say what I wanna say

Dykes got my name in they mouth every other day

Talking on the internet, fuck it, I'ma sip to that

Cause if I really wanted to I could put a end to that

M.A. been a threat, call me "Mrs. Get Her Wet"

Cold hearted, fly nigga bitches call me winter fresh

I'm back on my bullshit

Still in the hood on my hood shit

Still walk in the corner store buy a wood tip

Still got the P-89 with the full clip, still

Still buy the four chicken wings from the Chinese

Still run up on Mr. Softy for that ice cream

Still looking at a fat ass in them tight jeans

Still I'ma shine on these niggas like the high beam, still

I had a great year though

Thought they could get rid of me, but I'm still here though

Did a lot of interviews, made a couple business moves

So before you judge me step into my tennis shoes

Record label owner, no college diploma

They know me on the west coast, shout out to Tacoma

South by Southwest concert

I sold out Webster Hall without a sponsor

('Cause I'm a monster)

Now this year I'm about to go bonkers

Got the city locked from Brooklyn to Yonkers

Made a lot of thousands, but still I can count it

Now these checks 'bout be bigger than the pockets

Sleepwalkin', throw 'em in the coffin

The feedback was crazy, real niggas support it

Put it out for free and the streams was enormous

Put it out on ITunes and still people bought it

I call that love

I'm what every girl want, I call that UGGs

How you hate, but you listening, I call that bug

Save it, you washed up man, I call that dove

When I wanna hit the club I just call that plug

Redlyfe, we a family, I call that blood

When they see who the best out I am that stud

Man, they can't fuck with me, are they on that drug?

Went from spitting bars on that Hot 9 station

Now you hear that "henny and some hoes" in rotation

Man, this feeling is amazing

And this freestyle feel like Rap City basement

I remember listening to Fifty (Yo, Fifty)

Now you see me on Thisis50

Out here making big moves

My next plan is a house with 'bout six rooms

With a big backyard I can land on

Somewhere I can call home without a landlord

My life 'bout to be a movie, where the camcord'?

Blowing through the money like the fan on

Stacks, rubberband on

If I was you I would hate me too

And if I wasn't who I am I would play me too

But now I'm here, and you stuck with me, crazy glue

But isn't that ironic 'cause I'm crazy too

Saw me on Fox 5 in that Yankee blue

So chill, gold grill, braids two by two

Competition, tell me who is that?

In the bank is where I'm cooling that

Never new to that, I'm true to that

Got waste, where the sewage at?

Ghetto fix, where the super at?

I be in Brooklyn where the shooters at

They throwing shots then I'm shooting back

New niggas, don't got room for that

To ya level, never stoop to that

Shit, I would be a fool for that

I got the crown, never losing that

I beat the pussy 'til it's blue and black

I like 'em older, where the cougars at?