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Que - OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) lyrics

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Feat. T.I. & Jeezy

(Intro)

O.G. Bobby Johnson!

O.G. Bobby Johnson!

O.G. Bobby Johnson!

(Hook)

Word on the street I'm a suspect

Hangin' with the killers in the projects

They don't wanna bail, keep quiet (shh)

Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom)

O.G. Bobby Johnson!

O.G. Bobby Johnson!

O.G. Bobby Johnson!

O.G. Bobby Johnson!

(Verse)

Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak (wipe 'em out!)

Choppa start bustin' make the house shake (craaa)

Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake

Get your eyes on your chin better watch what your mouth say (watch it!)

Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (zans)

Fuck it, fuck it, nigga keep sippin'

Dirty AK with the beam on it (dirty!)

Clip so long I could lean on it (long?)

Free my niggas locked behind bars(free 'em)

Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (beat it)

Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk

If a nigga try to rob fuck it hit em with the hawk (boom)

(Hook)

(Verse)

Ok, we started cathing, felonies are banging(west side)

Ride through the hood in a hot bar

And now you see, that is why I had a trap house

Hair day creeps through the bare crap rock (?)

I got pills in the pocket and a bankroll

Anybody try me, I'mma let the thang go

Put a whole clip before you change anything

Cause when you're humming there smth that you can't do

What you can't do, bust a nigga, respect that

You violate, then you're mandatory nigga left dead

I hit the laps, Smithy Lests(?), push the real weed now

I had them undercover, peeping to your dead cousin

You're with your OG's hanging, OZ's slangin' (ok)

Side phoned up, quick Codeine drinking

You round up on the wrong 44, be banging

Meet you at the car roll, where the dope be's

Thinking I'm a

(Hook)

You should go and get'em like Denzel

How you think I put niggas on?

Static on your line, I'm like fuck that!

You jinkies ass owe me a phone, nigga

Only thang we feel that indited

She got ass, not ass in Tyson

Me and you, your home girl,

You're the own girl

The riff's cation is excited

I've never been a snitch

Yeah, them bricks got me rich

Hope to die, yeah I cross my heart, nigga

And I hear honest, with a chain so bright

You would have though I wa' playn in the dark, nigga

Earn stripes just like a zebra

That soft white and bowls of reefer

Thinkin' like Arthur Blanks

In a Hanes wife beater

Remember one time gramma walked in my room

Like, "boy what you got right there?"

Said, "I ain't gonna lie,

Damn near a whole pie"

Would you wait to be a millionaire?!

Hoe see nigga fall off, nigga right by the bar

Nigga grindng me and offer no ze?

Never play a poli game, you ain't hearing my name

Shit, make you an OG

(Hook)

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