S1mple - Oh Madone

Oh Madone
I be tripping in this plane that I'm on
Spicing up my night life with some sips of Patron
I'm so fucked up in this presence I roam
Al Capone couldn't ice me with these bowls to the dome
Sleeping with them fishes
Oh Madone she so superstitious
Fuck these rag city bitches
I be fucking with witches
She so delicious
Uber vicious
Give my lady all the riches
Digging ditches
All my enemies they prolly making wishes
On my name
In vain
All y'all play the blame game
Don't hate player hate the game
Y'all woahs down the drain
Oh damn
Oh damn
All y'all piling up like a traffic jam
Just vibe drop that ass on yo man
We do what it do
Don't fuck with the mob
I'm gunning for you
Don't fuck with the mob
It's S1mply the truth
Don't fuck with the mob
Don't fuck with the mob
We running you off
Here that tickety tock
Yo career on the clock
I ain't ice but I'll still drop a bop
I see y'all strapped with the Glocks
But I be strapped with the flock
Family
All y'all making frienemies
Trynna get to me
Go ahead bring the heat
I'll be bringing the beat
It ain't no face off
But I'll kick this race off
110 through 66
God damn we feeling the bliss
Oh madone what a near miss
can't hang with this Midwest shit

Rolling with them good vibes
toking to this good high
See me grinning all night
Ride the vibe till I die

Oh madone
I be tripping in this plane that I'm on
Spicing up my night life with some sips of Patron
I'm so fucked up in this presence I roam
Al Capone couldn't ice me with these bowls to the dome
Sleeping with them fishes
Oh madone she so superstitious
Fuck these rag city bitches
I be fucking with witches
She so delicious
Uber vicious
Give my lady all the riches
Digging ditches
All my enemies they prolly making wishes
On my name
In vain
All y'all play the blame game
Don't hate player hate the game
Y'all woahs down the drain
Oh damn

Written by:
Eddie Sims

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