Letras
Bring the omi-o to your front yard
Bring this omi-o to your front yard
Ten summers like a gun charge
Got it lit without a blow torch
Who that feed a hoe for?
Oh he official, he a dope boy
And you ain't tuckin' uchies in a Goyard
Where the fuck the dough gone?
Shoot them yanks to Mr. L.A
Extended stay, I woke up late
Remove my drapes and I see L.A
That's my shooter in them red ladies
That's my shooter with them blue faces
L.A's ill way, gunpowder in the shell case
Silent under interrogates, should catch a fair fade
When they found me I was RJ
Yeah that's Mr. L.A or its Mr. Motherfuck
Lived me up in London
Plays politickin', man that distance change nothin'
Fuck you mean humble, bitch a man can't judge me
Known to make a bitch a trustee if she love me
Trust me, nigga
I don't love your bitch, she don't love me neither
We just fuck, we don't kiss, we get amnesia
I look my girl in the eye, told her I'm a cheater
If you fuck another nigga I'ma have to leave
I became a God to a nonbeliever
Talk to God but I'm not your preacher
Did my time with some unachievers
Don't judge the crime, got your own subpoenas
I got stripes like I own Adidas
Hit the lights with my own demeanor
Beat the odds, we survivin' without them features
Fifty thousand in deposits inside the Visa
Fuck up the closet, findin' spots for designer sneakers
The outcome up on your job, fill in for your leisure
Bury me with the bleeder
Harvey Dent, there's two sides to these demons
Signed the agreement, catch a body, double back like Jesus
Give you the whole magazine like Khadijah
Then get amnesia
Fuck the realest bitch, then get amnesia
I might need that but I don't need ya
And I won't feed ya
She just eatin' dick without a breather
Eatin' big, your appetite is a teaser