OLÉ
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Lyrics
Ayy ♪ Yeah, yeah-yeah Alright, lemme go in (Kyle, you made that?) Whoah, ayy, I might need a raise I might need percentage from these boys that took my wave My face is her inspo, she got all my pictures saved Local boys they talk shit 'bout me every single day Pop out at your function, 20 deep I'm like, "Olé" Gotta lay my low, you know the boys in blue don't play Label fuckin' wit my money, I be on the way Bat to your whole office like I'm O-O-O-O'Shea O-o-o-okay, I got room to play around I know you snitched on your homie, I know you ain't stayin' down Know my city stay the truest, but some dudes be fakin' clowns Thumbs is runnin' but in public, bitchboy, you ain't makin' a sound I ain't hear a peep, been understood the streets And if I got some shit to talk though, I don't say it through my teeth I salute the underground, but don't salute the underneath They ain't stuntin', they ain't buggin', they ain't nothin' on me I work all winter on me, I work all summer on me Comin' through stuntin' Old school buckin' two hoes while I'm puffin' OG Dress chilled 'cause I'm ruffed lowkey My threads stay rugged only You wore the same fit as I did, but that shit look tougher on me One second I Gotta keep my silverware, there's way too many snakes Gotta peace of mind, I had to give 'em what they take They want to take the prize from me, but they ain't on a shape They be silent, when they see me I ain't phased I say Whoah, ayy, I might need a raise I might need percentage from these boys that took my wave My face is her inspo, she got all my pictures saved Local boys they talk shit 'bout me every single day Pop out at your function, 20 deep I'm like, "Olé" Gotta lay my low, you know the boys in blue don't play Label fuckin' wit my money, I be on the way Bat to your whole office like I'm O-O-O-O'Shea Yo, this is B1GJuice Checkin' in with the homie Russell Brampton stand the fuck up It's 905 to the world, baby Let's get it
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:12
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 152 BPM