Letra de On Me
What is understood ain't gotta be explained
So I ain't gotta tell you, I'm a fixture in the game
When I can get to chopping
So I ain't gotta tell you, I'm a fixture in the game
When I can get to chopping
Ain't no stopping no G shit
I'm for real and I'ma put that on me, bitch
Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
All flame in this thing how Scoob do
So fresh, and I'm 'bout to act a damn fool
So turnt, and I'm breaking all the damn rules
Shit, I'm me, bitch
Certified, can't clone me, bitch
On me, bitch
I'm a five, six, seven OG, bitch
Break it down and get it
I'm with it, check the exhibit
Heavy lyrics being lifted and livid, the boy is gifted
Ain't no difference, just don't mix it
The mission, I'm here to get it
Ain't no friendship
I don't fuck with you bitches, I'm independent
Solo dolo in the paint with the poyo in them bushes
On the low-low, out the way of the popo
I be pushing
Say you cold, lil' homie, I'm colder with the blow
And smell shit when I walk through the door of that manure
What is understood ain't gotta be explained
So I ain't gotta tell you, I'm a fixture in the game
When I can get to chopping
Ain't no stopping no G shit
I'm for real and I'ma put that on me, bitch
Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
I'm for real and I'ma put that on me, bitch
Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
All flame in this thing how Scoob do
So fresh, and I'm 'bout to act a damn fool
So turnt, and I'm breaking all the damn rules
Shit, I'm me, bitch
Certified, can't clone me, bitch
On me, bitch
I'm a five, six, seven OG, bitch
Break it down and get it
I'm with it, check the exhibit
Heavy lyrics being lifted and livid, the boy is gifted
Ain't no difference, just don't mix it
The mission, I'm here to get it
Ain't no friendship
I don't fuck with you bitches, I'm independent
Solo dolo in the paint with the poyo in them bushes
On the low-low, out the way of the popo
I be pushing
Say you cold, lil' homie, I'm colder with the blow
And smell shit when I walk through the door of that manure
What is understood ain't gotta be explained
So I ain't gotta tell you, I'm a fixture in the game
When I can get to chopping
Ain't no stopping no G shit
I'm for real and I'ma put that on me, bitch
Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
Steward Duane Ashby, Bryant Smith, Julius J Floyd
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