Testo O Man

Testo O Man

Yo
Child boy, grow up

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
I was swinging my door on the doorman
I'm fucking the forward to go ten
I got a gang
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
That pap took down like Odem
I'm steaming the bag so it won't smell
I'm taking you off so you won't tell
Oh well
This gun that I got won't draw itself
God forbid I get locked up, I make bills
I'm gon' run up some money in that field
You ain't got to be fit to be in that reel
Just fifty round shots in this [?]
762 gon' fuck up your cardamon
Draw getting tight 'cause I'm off of this molly
I got exotics, they all in my body
Damn, throw away
Kicking the door, [?]
Was making no money then made a way
I lay up on her like um filet
I'm giving that chicken like Chick-Fil-A
You want you a bag? Come get it today
I pour up a drink, I don't sip on no eighth
30 round shot, put that shit in your face

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
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