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OG VERN
OG VERN
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vern Christian
Vern Christian
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Jack Burton
Jack Burton
Songwriter:in
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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
OG OG OG
I told her
Bet not treat me like the rest
It's your loss ho I guess
Comme de garçon on my chest
Just to sleep it ain't no flex
Cause that flexin' ain't my style
I do it once in a while
When **** get to hatin
I'm steady crackin' a smile
I get a check and I give it straight to my child
She can have whatever she want
Keep my gun like a hunt
I never put on the front
I stay away from the fake
I stay away from the hate
I'm tryna get to the cake
If it's green you know I'm on it
**** not my opponent
Walk in this bitch and I'm actin' just like I own it
You know I'm smokin
The older potent
The chick I'm with could be goin' at any moment
Ain't about me or the gang
Don't even rang
I take this big ol' gas to the brain
You cannot hang
You ain't never had people screamin' your name
That's probably why you hatin' the player
And not the game
Shit!
OG, OG, OG
Goddamn
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
They hate me now
They gon' hate me more when I'm famous
Don't even know what for
I be thinkin' because they ain't us
Ain't start this for no money
So money'll never change us
We could be broke or rich
Bet some pretty hoes entertain us
These **** always sayin' no one touchin' they pen
But they never touch no pape
I'm bout to touch some again
Don't let the dubs go to my head
And take my Ls to the chin
I pull up smokin' some gas
That you can smell in the wind
Written by: Jack Burton, Vern Christian
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