OVC Freestyle by B. Tarantino Lyrics
[Verse 1: B. Tarantino]
Nigga what you talkin bout
Im getting money on the real nigga
Keep the purp rolled up in yellow gold
We smokin that Shaquille nigga
Feel the Heat, that the steel nigga
Know couple young cats that deal witcha
804 how feel
You know this nigga grindin hard
Tryna make a million witcha
I'm own
Like Drizzy Drake bitch im on
Nothing was the same cept the name as owner
Marijuana
Yea my whole team be some stoner
Kick it like Liu Kang
Blowing fire like we're Sonya
Now you wanna
Fuck wit a star like a loner
Step up in the club
Don't nobody a even know ya
Holla at a bitch, prolly tell her that you love her
But i probably been had my Johnny Cage in that women
And a
Ima kill it put it million fuck ya feelings
I'm the illest like Lebron you just gotta witness
This standing O when I'm in the building
I keep it hot with the top dropped
Low riding in the winter
Like a champ always been a winner
You second place nigga
Steady keep your wins low
Sip slow
Riding high
Tinted window
Never fuck with the ops
Carl Winslows
Whoo
Back on my Ric Flair shit
Watch how the diamonds
Just drip, drip, drip, drip
Uh, if I shine like this
I can pull your bitch
She gon lick, lick, lick, lick
Uhthis
On the dick, dick, dick
This shit is ludacris
The way I do this shit
I been on my Ps and Qs
With music shit
So you could groove to this
Tarantino
Nigga what you talkin bout
Im getting money on the real nigga
Keep the purp rolled up in yellow gold
We smokin that Shaquille nigga
Feel the Heat, that the steel nigga
Know couple young cats that deal witcha
804 how feel
You know this nigga grindin hard
Tryna make a million witcha
I'm own
Like Drizzy Drake bitch im on
Nothing was the same cept the name as owner
Marijuana
Yea my whole team be some stoner
Kick it like Liu Kang
Blowing fire like we're Sonya
Now you wanna
Fuck wit a star like a loner
Step up in the club
Don't nobody a even know ya
Holla at a bitch, prolly tell her that you love her
But i probably been had my Johnny Cage in that women
And a
Ima kill it put it million fuck ya feelings
I'm the illest like Lebron you just gotta witness
This standing O when I'm in the building
I keep it hot with the top dropped
Low riding in the winter
Like a champ always been a winner
You second place nigga
Steady keep your wins low
Sip slow
Riding high
Tinted window
Never fuck with the ops
Carl Winslows
Whoo
Back on my Ric Flair shit
Watch how the diamonds
Just drip, drip, drip, drip
Uh, if I shine like this
I can pull your bitch
She gon lick, lick, lick, lick
Uhthis
On the dick, dick, dick
This shit is ludacris
The way I do this shit
I been on my Ps and Qs
With music shit
So you could groove to this
Tarantino