Oj (feat. Elz Jenkins)

Jarren Benton

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    Don’t fuck with that boy, don’t play with that boy, he’s out of his mind
    24 Hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (put me on!)
    So high in the sky, so bright like a diamond would shine (shinin’ ho!)
    Fall up in the beat turned up with nothin’ but the money on my mind
    Oj, ride around the hood like oj
    Sippin on gin and oj

    Blow a whole o of that oj
    On the white girl like oj
    All my nigga locked up like oj
    Killin’ everything like oj
    My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay
    Guess who’s peepin’ on your window
    With an automatic laser gun aimin’ at your temple
    Word to my kin folk

    Your ho blow a nigga like a fucked up
    Game from an oldschool nintendo
    Bitch, I did sick since an embrio, yup ho I finna’ blow
    How the hell these body parts end up in this envelope
    I had a couple meetings with def jam and interscope
    My hopes got shot down I thought that I was in the do'
    Back to reality, now I’m on top like nigga fuck gravity
    You mad at me I fill a gym sock up with batteries

    I beat ‘em in the fuckin’ head, that’s a fatality
    Fuck you and a random whore by the name of natalie
    You niggas couldn’t shake me, move me or rattle me
    Baby, I’m an animal, you don’t wanna battle me
    I can dance with the devil inside of a ball room
    Nigga, fuck all you, this is funk volume, pop a valium

    In a bathroom with a crack whore
    And write about it on my brand new album
    Niggas on powder, I ain’t talkin’ talcum
    Waitin’ by the window with a gun like malcolm
    X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs
    Don’t fuck with that boy, don’t play with that boy, he’s out of his mind
    24 Hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (put me on!)
    So high in the sky, so bright like a diamond would shine (shinin’ ho!)

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    Fall up in the beat turned up
    With nothin’ but the money on my mind
    Oj, ride around the hood like oj
    Sippin on gin and oj
    Blow a whole o of that oj
    On the white girl like oj
    All my nigga locked up like oj
    Killin’ everything like oj
    My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay

    Trap boom with my trap bum
    Turn the bread, this kinda scary
    4 Phones, 3 scales, two candy cribs, mariah carey
    Like hold up, jog, motherfuck what these haters sayin’
    Nigga, hold up, jog, money ‘round the clock like I’m flavor flav
    Niggas ain’t hard enough to sell hard
    They too soft to sell soft
    Y’all pop the molly, I sell the molly, don’t fuck with pill like rick ross
    That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap
    Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek
    Man, I left a nigga abstract

    Nigga talk drug but I made that bread
    Talkin’ they cake but I made that spread
    Nigga talk shit bet he end up dead
    When I see your bitch bet I get that head
    Nigga kick shit, nigga fuck your goalie
    When I strapped leave a nigga so wholey
    We’ll crash your crib and we’ll snatch your kids
    Me and jarren benton so kony

    Don’t fuck with that boy, don’t
    Play with that boy, he’s out of his mind
    24 Hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (put me on!)
    So high in the sky, so bright like
    A diamond would shine (shinin’ ho!)
    Fall up in the beat turned up with
    Nothin’ but the money on my mind
    Oj, ride around the hood like oj

    Sippin on gin and oj
    Blow a whole o of that oj
    On the white girl like oj
    All my nigga locked up like oj
    Killin’ everything like oj
    My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay

    Killin’ everything like oj
    Dick in the mouth like colgate
    I don’t fuck with them boys, they so gay
    Trigger down them whores, no way
    Pbr baby, fuck rosay
    I’m on a big geek like 4 days
    Who the fuck scared of you
    I bury you, we got the theraflu
    I told you niggas I ain’t okay
    Cheers to a new year

    Whores say he too weird
    Chuck a whole can, fuck two beers
    You ain’t from the a, suck a nigga, just move here
    Nigga fuck high, I’m nuclear
    Act a fool here, so turned up, lock green and turn up
    If it ain’t about bread, it ain’t concern us
    When it’s spring, summer time
    I’m a fucker, get a five [?] burn up

    Don’t fuck with that boy
    Don’t play with that boy, he’s out of his mind
    24 Hours 7 days of the week
    Been out of my grind (put me on!)
    So high in the sky, so bright
    Like a diamond would shine (shinin’ ho!)
    Fall up in the beat turned up
    With nothin’ but the money on my mind

    Oj, ride around the hood like oj
    Sippin on gin and oj
    Blow a whole o of that oj
    On the white girl like oj
    All my nigga locked up like oj
    Killin’ everything like oj
    My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay

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    Composición: Jarren J Benton, Logic y Kato

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