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o.m.o. freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Zac
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Zachary Oh




Zac - o.m.o. freestyle Lyrics
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Yeah, look
Yeah
No lease on my neck from your girl
Or the diamonds that rest underneath where the breath is
Hoes run up to dive in my jewelry
Stone cut, roll up the pound for the measurement
The mud fillin' puddles right over the ice in my cup
For the slump got me movin' around for the slack
Back when I hooped, always knew I was gifted
When poppin' a swisher or wood by the pack
And noticed I'm better when choosin' to rap, my crew up to bat
Hittin' a slugger or dishin' another assist with the flu of the jazz
Sickened our minutes again when we flew up the runners to bruise up a track
And we grew our percentages, blue on my Benjamins
Threw at the women who do us a benefit, jumpin' a stack
My clique steady hittin' the swell, baby we nailin' the pitch
It's simple we pushin' a sale, so Frank gave his digits to Christian
And Brent got a tape on the shelf, my homies be jammin' and taperin' fits
Made all the money while savin' our living
And slammin' the brakes just incase that we didn't
Still I move one lane in the whip
Lend my deuce I'm aiming the grip
Send my crew no names in the mention
Paid my dues no ink in the pen
Spend all my budget, don't add up the cash
Callin' your hoe for the dance
We borrow 'bout forty four more for the cover to open
They lettin' us pass like
Go on forward
Ain't shit that we owe em
Ain't shit changed since we were graded
Paper chase like Owens
So I'm important
Same old bitch, but foreign
Still she say she knew my name, my bank, my babe don't know her
Go on forward
Ain't shit that we owe em
Ain't shit changed since we were graded
Paper chase like Owens
So I'm important
Same old bitch, but foreign
Still she say she knew my name, my bank, my babe don't even know her
Don't know your name
Don't speak my language
Girl do your thang
Gimme face
Let it drop
Gimme drank in this cup like
Yeah, this that situation
I put my blunt out on the vase to keep you weighted
Hey, this that shit we makin'
I put my funds out on her face to keep her thinkin' we goin make it
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Yeah, look
Yeah
No lease on my neck from your girl
Or the diamonds that rest underneath where the breath is
Hoes run up to dive in my jewelry
Stone cut, roll up the pound for the measurement
The mud fillin' puddles right over the ice in my cup
For the slump got me movin' around for the slack
Back when I hooped, always knew I was gifted
When poppin' a swisher or wood by the pack
And noticed I'm better when choosin' to rap, my crew up to bat
Hittin' a slugger or dishin' another assist with the flu of the jazz
Sickened our minutes again when we flew up the runners to bruise up a track
And we grew our percentages, blue on my Benjamins
Threw at the women who do us a benefit, jumpin' a stack
My clique steady hittin' the swell, baby we nailin' the pitch
It's simple we pushin' a sale, so Frank gave his digits to Christian
And Brent got a tape on the shelf, my homies be jammin' and taperin' fits
Made all the money while savin' our living
And slammin' the brakes just incase that we didn't
Still I move one lane in the whip
Lend my deuce I'm aiming the grip
Send my crew no names in the mention
Paid my dues no ink in the pen
Spend all my budget, don't add up the cash
Callin' your hoe for the dance
We borrow 'bout forty four more for the cover to open
They lettin' us pass like
Go on forward
Ain't shit that we owe em
Ain't shit changed since we were graded
Paper chase like Owens
So I'm important
Same old bitch, but foreign
Still she say she knew my name, my bank, my babe don't know her
Go on forward
Ain't shit that we owe em
Ain't shit changed since we were graded
Paper chase like Owens
So I'm important
Same old bitch, but foreign
Still she say she knew my name, my bank, my babe don't even know her
Don't know your name
Don't speak my language
Girl do your thang
Gimme face
Let it drop
Gimme drank in this cup like
Yeah, this that situation
I put my blunt out on the vase to keep you weighted
Hey, this that shit we makin'
I put my funds out on her face to keep her thinkin' we goin make it
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Writer: Zachary Oh
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