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On Me Video (MV)




Performed By: B-EfEl
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: BLAKE THOMAS BERRYMAN




B-EfEl - On Me Lyrics




I just got a loud pack, bro
Put it in the back of the Beamer, and I stunt, stunt, skrt, skrt, skrt

Yeah, I got that Bape on me,
Baby wanna Slatt with me, she take me back and my heart be free
She sell heart, like it's Army, degree
Maybe give brain, like a college degree (Maybe give brain)
She hate when I'm smokin' the green, she love when I'm chasin' the green
Yeah, but gon' roll it up again, bring the loud pack over, you and your friends, ya' dig?
Little girl hollered, she just want a bag of CC's
Yellow jean jacket, chillin' in Maison Margiela jeans

You know my nuts be out
Never gon' cap, never gon' lack, I'm always gon' rap, trap out the shack
Workin' my racks, workin' my racks, I'm workin' my racks, I'm workin' my racks
Yeah, Slatt-Slatt-Slatt
Yeah, and I got my boys with me, just want to party, have fun, but the other snakes debate on me
I know you be talkin' down on my name, stop trying to bait on me
Young B-EfEl, I'm trappin', yeah, young skater me

On me (How could you hate on me?)
Stop tryin' to beat me busta' that's on me (How could you hate on me?)
I'm talkin' no cap, on God, I'm talkin' 'bout cap, with God (How could you hate on me?)
You know my bro be Lil' V, we was talkin' no cap, on God (How could you hate on me?)
Yeah-yeah, I know the Bape on me,
Feelin' like 'Ye and the Thugger been runnin' in my bones, like they was part of my tree
On me, on me, yeah (How could you hate on me?)
I know you lack-luster, stop tryin' to beat me busta' (How could you hate on me?)

Yeah, I got that Bape on me
Baby wanna Slatt with me, she take me back and my heart be free
She sell heart, like it's Army, degree
Maybe give brain, like a college degree (Maybe give brain)
She hate when I'm smokin' the green, she love when I'm chasin' the green
Yeah, but gon' roll it up again, bring the loud pack over, you and your friends, ya' dig?
Little girl hollered, she just want a bag of CC's (On me)
Yellow jean jacket, chillin' in Maison Margiela jeans (That's on me)

Boy, you ain't been out in the field, you ain't been on that pack work (Nah)
I been homies with Ben Franklin, let me show you my net worth (Woo)
Same dudes not out there be tryin' to tell you how to live in it (B-EfEl)
Same dudes said they "Ride or Die" not Ride or Die, they lie on lie
Same dudes that ride with you, can talk down on you in an instant
They think they be tailin', and think they respawn, but nah, it's over-with in an instant
How about instead of talkin' down on me, you help your broke homie instead, uh
I can't stand, I can't, I can't stand it (I can't stand it)

On me (How could you hate on me?)
Stop tryin' to beat me busta' that's on me (How could you hate on me?)
I'm talkin' no cap, on God, I'm talkin' 'bout cap, with God (How could you hate on me?)
You know my bro be Lil' V, we was talkin' no cap, on God (How could you hate on me?)
Yeah-yeah, I know the Bape on me,
Feelin' like 'Ye and the Thugger been runnin' in my bones, like they was part of my tree
On me, on me, yeah (How could you hate on me?)
I know you lack-luster, stop tryin' to beat me busta' (How could you hate on me?)

Yeah, I got that Bape on me
Baby wanna Slatt with me, she take me back and my heart be free
She sell heart, like it's Army, degree
Maybe give brain, like a college degree (Maybe give brain)
She hate when I'm smokin' the green, she love when I'm chasin' the green
Yeah, but gon' roll it up again, bring the loud pack over, you and your friends, ya' dig?
Little girl hollered, she just want a bag of CC's (On me)
Yellow jean jacket, chillin' in Maison Margiela jeans (That's on me)
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English

I just got a loud pack, bro
Put it in the back of the Beamer, and I stunt, stunt, skrt, skrt, skrt

Yeah, I got that Bape on me,
Baby wanna Slatt with me, she take me back and my heart be free
She sell heart, like it's Army, degree
Maybe give brain, like a college degree (Maybe give brain)
She hate when I'm smokin' the green, she love when I'm chasin' the green
Yeah, but gon' roll it up again, bring the loud pack over, you and your friends, ya' dig?
Little girl hollered, she just want a bag of CC's
Yellow jean jacket, chillin' in Maison Margiela jeans

You know my nuts be out
Never gon' cap, never gon' lack, I'm always gon' rap, trap out the shack
Workin' my racks, workin' my racks, I'm workin' my racks, I'm workin' my racks
Yeah, Slatt-Slatt-Slatt
Yeah, and I got my boys with me, just want to party, have fun, but the other snakes debate on me
I know you be talkin' down on my name, stop trying to bait on me
Young B-EfEl, I'm trappin', yeah, young skater me

On me (How could you hate on me?)
Stop tryin' to beat me busta' that's on me (How could you hate on me?)
I'm talkin' no cap, on God, I'm talkin' 'bout cap, with God (How could you hate on me?)
You know my bro be Lil' V, we was talkin' no cap, on God (How could you hate on me?)
Yeah-yeah, I know the Bape on me,
Feelin' like 'Ye and the Thugger been runnin' in my bones, like they was part of my tree
On me, on me, yeah (How could you hate on me?)
I know you lack-luster, stop tryin' to beat me busta' (How could you hate on me?)

Yeah, I got that Bape on me
Baby wanna Slatt with me, she take me back and my heart be free
She sell heart, like it's Army, degree
Maybe give brain, like a college degree (Maybe give brain)
She hate when I'm smokin' the green, she love when I'm chasin' the green
Yeah, but gon' roll it up again, bring the loud pack over, you and your friends, ya' dig?
Little girl hollered, she just want a bag of CC's (On me)
Yellow jean jacket, chillin' in Maison Margiela jeans (That's on me)

Boy, you ain't been out in the field, you ain't been on that pack work (Nah)
I been homies with Ben Franklin, let me show you my net worth (Woo)
Same dudes not out there be tryin' to tell you how to live in it (B-EfEl)
Same dudes said they "Ride or Die" not Ride or Die, they lie on lie
Same dudes that ride with you, can talk down on you in an instant
They think they be tailin', and think they respawn, but nah, it's over-with in an instant
How about instead of talkin' down on me, you help your broke homie instead, uh
I can't stand, I can't, I can't stand it (I can't stand it)

On me (How could you hate on me?)
Stop tryin' to beat me busta' that's on me (How could you hate on me?)
I'm talkin' no cap, on God, I'm talkin' 'bout cap, with God (How could you hate on me?)
You know my bro be Lil' V, we was talkin' no cap, on God (How could you hate on me?)
Yeah-yeah, I know the Bape on me,
Feelin' like 'Ye and the Thugger been runnin' in my bones, like they was part of my tree
On me, on me, yeah (How could you hate on me?)
I know you lack-luster, stop tryin' to beat me busta' (How could you hate on me?)

Yeah, I got that Bape on me
Baby wanna Slatt with me, she take me back and my heart be free
She sell heart, like it's Army, degree
Maybe give brain, like a college degree (Maybe give brain)
She hate when I'm smokin' the green, she love when I'm chasin' the green
Yeah, but gon' roll it up again, bring the loud pack over, you and your friends, ya' dig?
Little girl hollered, she just want a bag of CC's (On me)
Yellow jean jacket, chillin' in Maison Margiela jeans (That's on me)
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Writer: BLAKE THOMAS BERRYMAN
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