Phoenixinredd - OJ WIT DA GLOVES

'Scuse me
Hold up
What the fuck you thought this was?
Bass so loud, get a bitch concussed
Polite with my dealer, salutations to the plug
And she said it doesn't fit, feel like OJ with the gloves, oh
Haters talk alotta smack, oh, blah, blah, blah
So I shoot it from the hip, uh, gratata
Why you calling up your exe, boy, why, why, why?
If I see she always texts boys, bye, bye, bye
(Hol' up)
Always knew I liked her, didn't realize how much
Why you make a fuss when I'm pouring up the tuss?
Ima make her gush like the candy, no crush
Meet me for the meat, yeah, I'm selling cold cuts
Cupid
That lil' baby stupid
Love is like a fucking drug and I will not abuse it
Call me Chalamet, the spice, yeah I'm always doing it
Calamari on the coast with a fine Aruban
Oh lord
She said she ain't coming home (coming home)
Guess I gotta smooth it over like a pumice stone (smooth it over)
Yeah, bitch, I'm lovable but not gullible
If you put a track in front of me it's runnable
If I kill Will Smith, crime scene got fresh prints, uh uh
Cut off the top of the whip, Buick just got a briss, uh uh
If push come to shove, I'll shove like I pitch, uh uh uh
Pride gone, your bitch call me the Grinch
Hey, bruh
Collect rappers like paystubs
Motherfucker got eight blunts just to tell me he hates blunts
Tried to hit a lick on a bitch, that bitch got a snake tongue
Tell me something I don't know
News flash, you can't say non'
Shh
What the fuck you thought this was?
Bass so loud, get a bitch concussed
Polite with my dealer, salutations to the plug
And she said it doesn't fit, feel like OJ with the gloves, oh
What the fuck you thought this was?
Bass so loud, get a bitch concussed
Polite with my dealer, salutations to the plug (thank you)
And she said it doesn't fit, feel like OJ with the gloves, oh
It'd like OJ with the gloves, oh

Written by:
Dash Cantor

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