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Othello Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Cash
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Christian Asare




Chris Cash - Othello Lyrics
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I know that's a fact
Young nigga run up a sack
Know that boy cap
Know he not having no bag
Young niggas stuck in the trap
No I'm not slime but we slat
Young niggas stuck in the
Young niggas stuck in the trap
Y'all niggas don't know how it feel
Famished, I needed a meal
This life is a movie, a reel
Baby it's crazy, surreal
Know that this forty concealed
And nigga your cap gon' get peeled
Nigga this Percocet kill
But baby this Percocet heal
And I can put you back on your feet
I could, pull a few strings like Geppetto
We having green bags like a meadow
Codeine for breakfast on top of the Eggo
Count all the C notes we stack it like Lego
My baby bad to the bone, she a yellow
And, it can get tragic Othello
You f*ck with a rat, Donatello
You f*ck with a rat, Donatello
Violins and cellos
Right at your funeral
Right at your funeral
We made a movie, no musical
You see that a nigga is ballin'
Nigga I feel like Troy Bolton
Young nigga ball like Spaulding
Young nigga ball like Gretzky
None of you niggas could test me
None of these niggas could flex on me
Can't flex on the G
The GLE, yeah, AMG
That Mercedes
Yeah, Che, he my brother, like he Hades
We don't f*ck with twelve, no Tom Brady
I would've been whipping the dope, if this was the 80's
NSD, we are the navy
Til' niggas is pushing up daisies
I feel like Biggavel, baby I'm wavy
These niggas run around with sickle cell
Milli Vanilli ass niggas
I'm counting plenty of figures
I call that boy Tommy, I hope that he'll figure
I'm still that nigga, I'm still that nigga
That's a hair trigger, that's a hair trigger
These bitches be bitter, I'm getting bigger
You still a stripper and I'm a big tipper
But no I ain't trippin, a nigga ain't slippin'
Cause I know that's a fact
Young nigga ran up a sack
I know that boy cap for real
No he not having no bag
Young nigga stuck in the trap
No I'm not slime but we slat
No I'm not slime but we
Young nigga stuck in the trap
Young nigga stuck in the trap
And you know that's a fact
F*ckin' that bitch from the back
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I know that's a fact
Young nigga run up a sack
Know that boy cap
Know he not having no bag
Young niggas stuck in the trap
No I'm not slime but we slat
Young niggas stuck in the
Young niggas stuck in the trap
Y'all niggas don't know how it feel
Famished, I needed a meal
This life is a movie, a reel
Baby it's crazy, surreal
Know that this forty concealed
And nigga your cap gon' get peeled
Nigga this Percocet kill
But baby this Percocet heal
And I can put you back on your feet
I could, pull a few strings like Geppetto
We having green bags like a meadow
Codeine for breakfast on top of the Eggo
Count all the C notes we stack it like Lego
My baby bad to the bone, she a yellow
And, it can get tragic Othello
You f*ck with a rat, Donatello
You f*ck with a rat, Donatello
Violins and cellos
Right at your funeral
Right at your funeral
We made a movie, no musical
You see that a nigga is ballin'
Nigga I feel like Troy Bolton
Young nigga ball like Spaulding
Young nigga ball like Gretzky
None of you niggas could test me
None of these niggas could flex on me
Can't flex on the G
The GLE, yeah, AMG
That Mercedes
Yeah, Che, he my brother, like he Hades
We don't f*ck with twelve, no Tom Brady
I would've been whipping the dope, if this was the 80's
NSD, we are the navy
Til' niggas is pushing up daisies
I feel like Biggavel, baby I'm wavy
These niggas run around with sickle cell
Milli Vanilli ass niggas
I'm counting plenty of figures
I call that boy Tommy, I hope that he'll figure
I'm still that nigga, I'm still that nigga
That's a hair trigger, that's a hair trigger
These bitches be bitter, I'm getting bigger
You still a stripper and I'm a big tipper
But no I ain't trippin, a nigga ain't slippin'
Cause I know that's a fact
Young nigga ran up a sack
I know that boy cap for real
No he not having no bag
Young nigga stuck in the trap
No I'm not slime but we slat
No I'm not slime but we
Young nigga stuck in the trap
Young nigga stuck in the trap
And you know that's a fact
F*ckin' that bitch from the back
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Writer: Christian Asare
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