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Dat mf (feat. Ocm nel & Ocm khi) Video (MV)






Luhe - Dat mf (feat. Ocm nel & Ocm khi) Lyrics




Look, I ain't in no band, I just do it for the bros, though
Bitch I'm Jackie chain, kicking shit, Im geting hoes though
I ain't Luh Tyler picking shit like Rubi rose Jada, they tried to make me pick you know, I had to f*cking trade her

Uh pullin' on my mat, with this four, I just crack down
Know I ain't goin' if I can't bring the mac around
Hear the bullets fly, fly, fly, I know it pack down
Got a tracker on this whip, I know it's that sound

I just told her, let that bitch go, when she came in
Benjamin's or Franklins, I up the pole, now say 10
Yeah, now calm that lil' shit down
My bruddas some dogs they Hounds, smokin' on J,s, steady smokin' on

Pound, pound, bitch my pockets heavy
Go big or go home like a Chevy
Tell my slimes just go get it, ready, get in check
I got a Pint of ack, my cup damn near black

Something like that, yakkkk, dropping back to back,
Bitch, I know you see it
Goddamn, I know my ex watching, know she wanna see me
I got bands, for bands , come watch, bitch, look

Goddamn, I'm a chef in dis bitch, watch me cook,
What's on my fit is chrome, chrome day go zone
Been trappin' on my phone, nigga workin' all day, long
Blowing up my phone, bitch, I don't need attention

Lil bitch bad as f*ck, she mine as well b detention
Nell hard headed as da f*ck, I don't listen
If da vibe don't feel right, then I'm out, bitch, I'm dippin
Niggas simping, for dat hoe, he don't get it, I must be trippin

Cuz he hoes don't stand on business, dats on gang
Rolling up some fat shit, smokin' dank
All y'all niggas on yall ass, but you have a bags,
You ain't have a thang, beat her back in she go insane

For this dick, cocaine, niggas hatin', Charlemagne
What you sayin', Nel
Granny said stop saggin', but it's racks up in my pants, nigga
Hoe amusing me wit the games, tryna pants a nigga

762's is big as it get wont miss, make em dance, nigga
I don't ask for handouts, cuz my hand in it
, hand up in a pot of mix, I don't wanna talk about you
Money making, ways rich, damn, I forgot about you

Its for the love of dollars, if you aint winning
Scratch them off, scratch them like voucher
Chasin Mills, I'm a voucher, Big Ocm shi.
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Look, I ain't in no band, I just do it for the bros, though
Bitch I'm Jackie chain, kicking shit, Im geting hoes though
I ain't Luh Tyler picking shit like Rubi rose Jada, they tried to make me pick you know, I had to f*cking trade her

Uh pullin' on my mat, with this four, I just crack down
Know I ain't goin' if I can't bring the mac around
Hear the bullets fly, fly, fly, I know it pack down
Got a tracker on this whip, I know it's that sound

I just told her, let that bitch go, when she came in
Benjamin's or Franklins, I up the pole, now say 10
Yeah, now calm that lil' shit down
My bruddas some dogs they Hounds, smokin' on J,s, steady smokin' on

Pound, pound, bitch my pockets heavy
Go big or go home like a Chevy
Tell my slimes just go get it, ready, get in check
I got a Pint of ack, my cup damn near black

Something like that, yakkkk, dropping back to back,
Bitch, I know you see it
Goddamn, I know my ex watching, know she wanna see me
I got bands, for bands , come watch, bitch, look

Goddamn, I'm a chef in dis bitch, watch me cook,
What's on my fit is chrome, chrome day go zone
Been trappin' on my phone, nigga workin' all day, long
Blowing up my phone, bitch, I don't need attention

Lil bitch bad as f*ck, she mine as well b detention
Nell hard headed as da f*ck, I don't listen
If da vibe don't feel right, then I'm out, bitch, I'm dippin
Niggas simping, for dat hoe, he don't get it, I must be trippin

Cuz he hoes don't stand on business, dats on gang
Rolling up some fat shit, smokin' dank
All y'all niggas on yall ass, but you have a bags,
You ain't have a thang, beat her back in she go insane

For this dick, cocaine, niggas hatin', Charlemagne
What you sayin', Nel
Granny said stop saggin', but it's racks up in my pants, nigga
Hoe amusing me wit the games, tryna pants a nigga

762's is big as it get wont miss, make em dance, nigga
I don't ask for handouts, cuz my hand in it
, hand up in a pot of mix, I don't wanna talk about you
Money making, ways rich, damn, I forgot about you

Its for the love of dollars, if you aint winning
Scratch them off, scratch them like voucher
Chasin Mills, I'm a voucher, Big Ocm shi.
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Writer: Elijah Turner, Mehkhi Williams, Varnell Williams
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