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OG Maco - U Guessed It (Key!) lyrics

U Guessed It (Key!) lyrics

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OG Maco - U Guessed It (Key!) lyrics

[Intro] God damn, boy, that n***a Mac didn't never call, bruh But I'm seeing that n***a everywhere, bruh Dog, you know they say n***a went Hollywood and sh** f** that n***a, dog, OGG, f** is a OGG? OGG, OGG, aye, bruh I mean, you don't think that n***a really getting no money, right? I mean, he ain't really f**ing hoes, right? Well, damn [Hook] b**h, you guessed it Hwah! You was right b**h, you guessed it Grah-grah! f** n***a on sight b**h, you guessed it Still in that place and I'm flexin' Hwah! b**h, you guessed it I'm still with my n***as, come and test us, OGG [Verse 1] b**h you guessed it, walkin' around with extra in my pocket b**h, you next to us, why the f** are you next to us? b**h, you should come test us I seen what you rockin' and b**h you can't dress with us Seen what yo b**h looked like And n***a I wasn't impressed or nothin' f** n***a, come and talk it out, f** n***a, we ain't talkin' it out What the f** we finna talk about All we know is that Mula, Benji's, Franklin's and that Guala Fetti with us, bunch of young n***as Bunch of them b**hes all in they whip, lickin' on titties Runnin' my check up, I think I'm with Nike, I'm sprinting Sheesh, y'all couldn't hear me b**h, you guessed it, you was motherf**ing right b**h you guessed it Still with my n***as and we flexing Aye, uh, aye, uh, aye, aye, uh, aye [Verse 2: Key] I bought my b**h a Birkin Bag so she could hold my f**in strap That b**h be heavy in my pants and I don't even like to sag I'm going hard, I'm going hard Sniffing out the f**ing plate My momma tried to make me dinner but I already ate These b**hes lying, I seen the molly in her eyes Plus I made the play, boy I'm Matt Ryan I can't eat no breakfast Fall asleep in intersections Stoner, Smith and Wesson I hope he's a pedestrian Man man lay low in the dip When you see him let it rip When you hit him, boy, lets dip Amalfi Coast, let's take a trip Ima call me a singer Ima make her pack her bags Imma send her a** there But I ain't gonnna send her a** back [Hook]