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On My Own by BOM DJ Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

(Chrous)
*BOM Dj*
Taught my self how to jugg i did it on my own
If it ain't about no cheese then dont call my phone
I made sure my nigga ate gave my dog a bone
I ain't fucking with them niggas they all some hoes
I can't hustle with these niggas they all den told
Did it once do it again so they all gone fold
She got approved for 5 jacks i need all them phones
And she gone throw the pussy back cause the dog den sold

(Verse1)
Everything i ever did i did it by myself
266 ent bitch i signed myself
Yo in yo feelings bouta hoe man go find some help
My Fit cost more than yo rent im designed by wealth

Me and mike den made a killin off the moneypak
Take yo bitch and hit her once and she ain't comin back
Trey on the phone with att like ship them other jacks
Me and woods diking to the party yea we comin strapped
Who the fuck callin my phone? Damn its my ex bitch
Truth be told this bitch the reason that im reckless
She the reason im gone prolly dog my next bitch
Might make the bitch famous if i put her in my next shit

I get respect around this bitch so niggas fuck wit me
You ain't my mans boy you ain't even made a buck with me
How much you putting on this giffy sir? 150
I keep this shit up pretty soon ill be done touched 50

(Chrous)
I Taught my self how to jugg i did it on my own
If it ain't about no cheese then dont call my phone
I made sure my nigga ate gave my dog a bone
I ain't fucking with them niggas they all some hoes
I can't hustle with these niggas they all den told
Did it once do it again so they all gone fold
She got approved for 5 jacks i need all them phones
And she gone throw the pussy back cause the dog den sold

(Verse2)
I had them bands in 9th grade from fucking with the juggs
And never had my hand out lets get that understood
You ain't really have my back like i thought you would
But all my niggas carry round that heat like a coffee mug
5 jacks thats 5 racks the ham was so sick
Everytime i cop a piece that bitch fasho hit
She text my phone everyday boy how thats yo bitch
She asking for some money i ain't got it call it go fish

Niggas said they hit the road but what they touch tho
He out here sick i treat his bitch like she a busto
You niggas cappin what you actin like you tough fo
Hit this bitch one time i bet you turn into my custo

Pussy niggas actin tough naw we ain't into that
Steady faking on the net me i ain't finna cap
Ain't trippin on no loss cause i can get it back
Fuck around put 30 on yo head just like a fitted cap

(Chrous)
Taught my self how to jugg i did it on my own
If it ain't about no cheese then dont call my phone
I made sure my nigga ate gave my dog a bone
I ain't fucking with them niggas they all some hoes
I can't hustle with these niggas they all den told
Did it once do it again so they all gone fold
She got approved for 5 jacks i need all them phones
And she gone throw the pussy back cause the dog den sold