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Obataiye Ferguson
Obataiye Ferguson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dion Pajaziti
Dion Pajaziti
Producer

Lyrics

Most of these niggas is average When I'm in the hood I'm a hazard If I see it and like it I grab it I'm a fiend for the finest of fabrics If he say he want smoke he can have it Light his ass up like a maverick No hesitation we gon' blast him When the moon out it get active No opportunities get pass me And I ain't hear shit if you ask me Grew up in the hood I'm still classy So I'm out in the burbs with a Ashely I think her name Tiffany actually For a couple of xans she get nasty Stretch her out Fold her over like taffy Then go smoke a cigar with her daddy Uh Have his ass call me a taxi He got no idea that I whacked him Swipe me some forces and maxes Now I'm in electronics for flatscreens Ain't got no ID if they ask me But the manager cleared the transaction They ain't know he apart of my faction Uh So he get a piece of the action Most of these niggas is average When I'm in the hood I'm a hazard If I see it and like it I grab it I'm a fiend for the finest of fabrics If he say he want smoke he can have it Light his ass up like a maverick No hesitation we gon' blast him When the moon out it get active Look I got Extra clips for my artillery I keep some bills around me like I'm Hillary Uh If I'm not feeling ya energy I'll come to ya block shoot a documentary boy You don't want smoke I'm a come and get at you Moved so many bricks I could build up a statue I'll stomp you out You'll get crushed like a cashew Or fill you with holes So it's no open casket Uh I don't know who it is you think you dealing with Shoot through ya head and put it where the ceiling is Dip from the scene can't get caught up by witness man Uh Between me and you it's some obvious differences I was born blessed ain't no need for a christening Hatin ass niggas is honestly sickening Most of these niggas is average When I'm in the hood I'm a hazard If I see it and like it I grab it I'm a fiend for the finest of fabrics If he say he want smoke he can have it Light his ass up like a maverick No hesitation we gon' blast him When the moon out it get active
Writer(s): Dion Pajaziti, Obataiye Ferguson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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