Freddie Gibbs - On Me lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs - On Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Rollin, pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose Balling on me running through n***as b**hes that shoot hoops cruise '93 magic blue on Shaq feet Back like the b**h ran track a** like athletes Tight up in them jeans so please swing that pa** me Finally got that a** b**h, striptease me last week I guess I got the dick so I make the rules When they let the mothern***a play the rules Strapped up motherf**er better play cool FNH 5.7, that's my favorite tool I'm a fool dog a** n***a So go play with your kids I'm a grown a** n***a b**h I'm a fool dog a** n***a So go play with your kids I'm a grown a** n***a b**h [Hook] It's all on me I put it on me Until the day I die f** hoes smoke tree We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG Got bottles under table the tab they 4G And I put it on me, me, me I put it on me ,me, me Said It's all on me, me, me I put it on me, me, me Said I put it on me [Verse 2: Problem] Compton California that's where I'm from f** your girl p**y until it's numb Do my damn thing and I shake like I'm pimpin Favorite state hate long as real n***as recognize I'm good, yeah yeah I'm good Taking care of my day ones and feeding on my wolf 2 365's ago I was live you know Yeah I got off more tree than woods n***a its the real, ace of spades a deal It ain't what you say it's how you say what you feel I do it from the chest I reek of success You ain't seen a n***a this cold out the West in a long time Boy say you wanna problem it's a long line Super hot boy push a cold line Shawty starring at a gold mine I'm on now, showtime [Hook] [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] We smoking OG I meet up with my n***a We chopping the whole key I slap it on a fire he slap it on a G But yo that's still my folks be close since '93 Money over b**hes running with my n***as Hooting with the squad the robbers and dope dealers Without these permissions I'm German the cold k**ers Open on the streets don't got mercy on broke n***as I'm thugging to the east bay and my n***a jack of 7 I'm on the freeway I need another pack of that You know how beef lay hit a lick flip the zippers I told the girl I'm just the type of n***a Got my k**er from the east bay Hit the lay I got some weight to the 8th tray You broke it down I hit my money at the next day Hit a liquor flip the zippers Told my girl I'm just the type of n***a [Hook]