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O-Money - Serve Myself Lyrics
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Bonafide trapper I can serve myself (serve myself)
OffWhite kicks came whiter than meth (whiter than meth)
I had my cards had to play what I was dealt
I'm in a demon trying to count my blessing
No I can't go back and forth with a peasant
I heard
I heard that you and your homie confessing
I was (come on)
I was on the block like Tetris
And I was at the bank like Desi
Keeping it cool and collected and she know nun bout me petty
Going head first bout that lettuce
Going head first bout that lettuce
She call me Rocko ain't going steady
Just ran up a B-Roll getting money my fetish
Just look my phone I eat plays for breakfast
I'm at the store in a car that electric
Beat him down bad walk around like Nelly
I know some gangster should've tried out for Belly
We hit the rode know my young hitta ready
Put his face on a plate he gone eat it like veggies
Bag on his he-
Bag on his head he get dropped like confetti
I look like walking
I look like walking dead if I pop out with fifty
I can't get caught with them niggas they sticky
I can't even lie boy this life can get risky
Omoney bout to ran for the hustler of the year
I tried to tell them it went through the other ear
I made a play in a whip that was current year
I had dozed off went to -
I had dozed off went to sleep in my denim tear
I'm nowhere near if the feds near
I'm in a fast car low gear
Beam on his nose like a reindeer
I still walk around in my city like a ranger
Bonafide trapper I can serve myself (serve myself)
OffWhite kicks came whiter than meth (whiter than meth)
I had my cards had to play what I was dealt
I'm in a demon trying to count my blessing
No I can't go back and forth with a peasant
I heard
I heard that you and your homie confessing
I was (come on)
I was on the block like Tetris
And I was at the bank like Desi
Keeping it cool and collected and she know nun bout me petty
Going head first bout that lettuce
(Going head first bout that lettuce
She call me Rocko ain't going steady
Just ran up a B-Roll getting money my fetish
Just look my phone I eat plays for breakfast
I'm at the store in a car that electric
Beat him down bad walk around like Nelly
I know some gangster should've tried out for Belly
We hit the rode know my young hitta ready
Put his face on a plate he gone eat it like veggies
Bag on his he-
Bag on his head he get dropped like confetti
I look like walking
I look like walking dead if I pop out with fifty
I can't get caught with them niggas they sticky
I can't even lie boy this life can get risky)
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Bonafide trapper I can serve myself (serve myself)
OffWhite kicks came whiter than meth (whiter than meth)
I had my cards had to play what I was dealt
I'm in a demon trying to count my blessing
No I can't go back and forth with a peasant
I heard
I heard that you and your homie confessing
I was (come on)
I was on the block like Tetris
And I was at the bank like Desi
Keeping it cool and collected and she know nun bout me petty
Going head first bout that lettuce
Going head first bout that lettuce
She call me Rocko ain't going steady
Just ran up a B-Roll getting money my fetish
Just look my phone I eat plays for breakfast
I'm at the store in a car that electric
Beat him down bad walk around like Nelly
I know some gangster should've tried out for Belly
We hit the rode know my young hitta ready
Put his face on a plate he gone eat it like veggies
Bag on his he-
Bag on his head he get dropped like confetti
I look like walking
I look like walking dead if I pop out with fifty
I can't get caught with them niggas they sticky
I can't even lie boy this life can get risky
Omoney bout to ran for the hustler of the year
I tried to tell them it went through the other ear
I made a play in a whip that was current year
I had dozed off went to -
I had dozed off went to sleep in my denim tear
I'm nowhere near if the feds near
I'm in a fast car low gear
Beam on his nose like a reindeer
I still walk around in my city like a ranger
Bonafide trapper I can serve myself (serve myself)
OffWhite kicks came whiter than meth (whiter than meth)
I had my cards had to play what I was dealt
I'm in a demon trying to count my blessing
No I can't go back and forth with a peasant
I heard
I heard that you and your homie confessing
I was (come on)
I was on the block like Tetris
And I was at the bank like Desi
Keeping it cool and collected and she know nun bout me petty
Going head first bout that lettuce
(Going head first bout that lettuce
She call me Rocko ain't going steady
Just ran up a B-Roll getting money my fetish
Just look my phone I eat plays for breakfast
I'm at the store in a car that electric
Beat him down bad walk around like Nelly
I know some gangster should've tried out for Belly
We hit the rode know my young hitta ready
Put his face on a plate he gone eat it like veggies
Bag on his he-
Bag on his head he get dropped like confetti
I look like walking
I look like walking dead if I pop out with fifty
I can't get caught with them niggas they sticky
I can't even lie boy this life can get risky)
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Writer: Omoney Spearman
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Performed By: O-Money
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Omoney Spearman

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