200cc Lyrics – OmarCameUp
Singer: OmarCameUp
Title: 200cc
Oh my god
I have… the worst headache right now
Whatever [Yuh!
Ay
Rolling in cheese like I’m working at Cicis
I’ll leave you obsolete, just like a CD
Not gonna beef online, you better meet me
You wanted smoke like my b#tch ain’t the
Smokin’ that Konoha, blowing that leaf-leaf
Bad lil’ b#tch, her name is KiKi
Asked for the nudes, she let me see see
Skrt on the highway, 200cc!
n#gg# I run sh#t, like I’m in P.E
I bring the MAC out, this ain’t no PC
This is a sermon, I’m finna preach-preach
You best pay attention if you want a receipt
Ain’t givin’ out handouts, ain’t givin’ freebies
Beat up the beat, man I feel like I’m Rocky
Control C the way y’all n#gg#s copy
You can get cut like you taking Hydroxy
You can get cut, like you ain’t ’bout no action
Don’t talk on my gang, don’t talk down on my faction [No
They talkin’ too crazy, they want satisfaction
You talk on my name, you won’t get no reaction
You see me in person, I up it and blast it
They pokin’ his body, won’t get no reaction
b#tch I’m gettin’ money, there ain’t no subtraction
b#tch I’m in my bag, this ain’t paper or plastic
Ain’t paper or plastic, b#tch I’m in my duffel [Ay!
That foe probably barking, it ain’t got no muzzle [Huh!
I pull up with arms, b#tch I pull up with muscles
That piece in my hand, like I’m doing a puzzle [Yuh!
Ain’t leave ’em alive, I pull up with shovels
That gun on my hip, we ain’t finna tussle
These n#gg#s be shootin, [they missin’ like Russell
New Glock with the silence, [that b#tch kind of muffled
That b#tch kind of muffled up, I got some head in my double cup
If you f#ck with the gang, then this Glock finna kiss you
Put on some lipstick and pucker up
n#gg# I cannot settle for runner-up
Homie I’m with the team, we and go
We ain’t tryna kick it, we huddled up
b#tch we all on the racks like an uppercut [God damn!
I know these hatin’ #ss n#gg#s be so mad
My pocket be overweight, y’all be on
I swear they think I’m comin’ up so fast
My life a movie, and b#tch I’m the protag
Bitin’ #ss n#gg#s, y’all fishy like Pro Bass
I pop an eddie and float on a notepad
Going out so sad
Yo’ b#tches #ss in the air, and she wanna be Jacko so bad
My house be so trashed, we gonna smoke him
He wanna get packed up so bad
And I beat him, he toe tagged [Yuh!
I get cheese like the moon, and I’m showin’ my whole #ss [Hoo!
b#tch get a Johnny, he get no Cash
I can’t f#ck with yo’ broke #ss
We collected his debt, not a, my scope back [Yuh!
And I leave him with no hat
If I see him, he dead
I got shooters they poppin out
If it’s beef, we gon kill him, we stomp him out
Hot potato, we passin the Glock around
Error 404, he cannot be found [God Damn!
223 make him jump, he gon’ hop around
You can’t even get in, we gon’ lock him out
If it ain’t about bands or no stacks or no paper
Then we ain’t got nothin’ to talk about [b#tch!]
Rolling in cheese like I’m working at Cicis
I’ll leave you obsolete, just like a CD
Not gonna beef online, you better meet me
You wanted smoke like my b#tch ain’t the
Smokin’ that Konoha, blowing that leaf-leaf
Bad lil’ b#tch, her name is KiKi
Asked for the nudes, she let me see see
Skrt on the highway, 200cc! [200cc! 200cc! 200cc! 200cc!]
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