SL, Tiggs Da Author — Oh Please
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Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot
Think I hear a gunshot
One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop
I’m just counting up a young gwap
More P’s, talk to my connect, more keys
Let my mandem through the door, more cheese
She said she hit the lick before, oh, please
Aye, aye
Oh, please my love, I know that I said you’re the one
But this spliff got my head back spun, and your friend look good, so please don’t judge (no, no)
Like no hard feelings here, if you don’t hold no grudge, I won’t hold no grudge (grudge)
I remember the station the fat boys push, but you know I wouldn’t budge
My nigga said, «S.P. Dookey», (S.P.) one sec’, this war has doin’ me justice (justice)
Bro done it and he done it in public, like gosh, why you do that bro? (How you do that?)
And with the hoes I ain’t doing no rules man, burst in her back and she didn’t even know (ah)
And she thinks that I’m messing with her, delete that stuff now the case got closed (closed)
I don’t need to talk too much, I-I’ll be in the back, just me and my crew (my crew)
Like man just chipped off my youth (my youth), I finna go roach (haha)
Bro said, «Pick one», I’m like, «Mini-mini, maini-hoe» (hoe)
I said bro said, «Pick one», I’m like, «Mini-mini, maini-hoe» (hoe)
Bro devilish one no lie (no lie), I-I-I ain’t got call a lie (no, no)
But I got it, just look in the mirror, I said it three times (times)
Like how can I rate ’em guys, they chops on ten and they chops on five (five)
I said, how can I rate ’em guys, they chops on ten and they chops on five
Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot
Think I hear a gunshot
One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop
I’m just counting up a young gwap
More P’s, talk to my connect, more keys
Let my mandem through the door, more cheese
She said she hit the lick before, oh, please
Oh please, leave me alone officer, it’s not me
Always coming up my crib, you barking up the wrong tree
Last week I took a loss and the loss was costly
The other week I got some top and the top was got free
Them things like damn what operation you’re running
My niggas said karma’s real and if so, that means I got a lot of shit coming
Call her last week, girl average, and she stepped in the mall, girl stunning
Crunching the ends all sneaky, so I held her undies, so I sprung it
So a bit of lil’ gist, if I get linked with this, I’ma get way more than a slap on the wrist
And if I link your chick, can’t get more than a one, two, three
Gonna chow out if you wan’ disbelieve, have your brain cells taking trips
So, just take it slow, let your girlfriend shaking her hips
Jump out on a wagon stretch, and of course, I’m out news where the wagons live
How you talk like you’re blazing shit, you bash your tongue, that’s a blatant risk
Barley and Latex fully equipped, ten try to end up where the station is
Talk, an amazing piff, got kicked caskets on what straightening is
Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot
Think I hear a gunshot
One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop
I’m just counting up a young gwap
More P’s, talk to my connect, more keys
Let my mandem through the door, more cheese
She said she hit the lick before, oh, please
