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lirik lagu glasses malone & j-haze - so official

[intro: gl-sses malone]
soundin’ like some 80’s d-boy sh-t, you know what i mean?
listen to the motherf-ckin’ drums
g motherf-ckin’ malone
ymcmb, ’sup?
tha bizness

[chorus: gl-sses malone]
i’m so official
bentley in the hood, i don’t even need a pistol (why?)
’cause i’m so official
i’m-i’m so official, i’m-i’m so official (official)
i’m so official
n-gga, you not, that’s why your own homies diss you (yeah)
but i’m so official
i’m-i’m so official, i’m-i’m so official (official)

[verse 1: gl-sses malone]
officially the realest
reelin’ hoes in ’cause i’m wieldin’ somethin’ vicious (vicious)
shout to philly (philly), i’m sittin’ on sixes
got your baby mama sprung, that’s what the d-ck did
water by the drums got me watchin’ for the d-ckhead (hah)
big work, f-ck state, man, this sh-t fed (so federal)
as long as i’m breathin’, man, this sh-t bread (cha-ching)
and i’m eatin’ (eatin’), watch me get big (yeah)
and i ain’t worried ’bout the jackers (nope)
only thing a n-gga fear is god and them crackers (crackers)
so why these fools got a squad full of rappers?
n-gga, my squad goons, and we all got clappers
act funny, get a standing ovation
clap clap, revolver rotatin’ (rotatin’)
i f-ck with e cl-ss, where the haitians? (where?)
free my homies doin’ life in the state pen (yeah)

[verse 2: j-haze]
yo, i’m official with the rap
n-ggas in the hood know i’m official with the mac
your baby mom knows i’m official in the sack
these pigs got me tapped ’cause i’m official in the trap
yeah, and i’m good on the west coast
even in a drought, i’m still sellin’ the best dope
got white boys in the ‘burbs with shotguns in they trench coat
the four-fifth touch more boys than chris stokes
after the raps and the plaques, i’m still broke
i’ma grab the tool and start robbin’ your kinfolk
n-ggas think they got a big bread ’cause they eat toast
don’t pay haze, and your chain will get repoed
you ain’t livin’ the street code (nah)
n-ggas die every day tryna be heroes (yeah)
got mexicans hidin’ k!ll, and they sell brick roads
your ho tryna give me brain just like the scarecrow, n-gga

- lirik lagu glasses malone j haze

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