Leikeli47 - Oprah Lyrics
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Oprah
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What Are The Lyrics For Oprah By Leikeli47?
Eric
I'm a master (master) Y'all should give me honorary masters (masters) Rapper work the green just like the Masters (The Masters) The new slave talkin' like he got a masta (whoop, whoop) Screamin' "Free thought!" All the greatest legends behind bars ain't really talk Everything I say is everything, I really walk Got it for the free, though if it wasn't what I really bought Yeah, yeah, pigeon poles (pigeon poles) Only way we ever, ever comin' toe to toe My Ivory Coast, come for blood, caught me trippin though Yeah, I got the juice, woo! See I'm drippin' dough Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Give the homeless homies money, so they eat well Went and copped a Audi, gotta go and get it detailed Drive don't depreciate the value of the resale (yeah, yeah) Still talkin' that shit in this motha like we Ezale Hol' up, Mother Ship flow bring the funk back (funk back) This for my young heads, my real ones, my old blacks (my old blacks) This for my nasty niggas askin' where the hoes at? (where the hoes?) This gon' be the break, we stop and make 'em do the soul clap Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Hey Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with yo' mama (eat with your mama) I like the checks with the commas on commas (commas on commas) I want the checks with the commas on commas (commas on commas) It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with yo mama (eat with your mama) I like the checks with the commas on commas (commas on commas) I want the checks with the commas on commas (commas on commas) I need them dollars Run me my half or I'll put a hole in your wallet Cold case on my waist, you don't want these problems Bank called, said they runnin' out of commas That's on my mama I'm steady mobbin', posted up 'til I reach my profit Margin, cash money and I ain't, I ain't in two thousand Hustler, don't you hear my stomach growlin'? Bitch, I'm 'bout it, I'm hungry So I need them tender greens spillin' off my plate Cash on delivery, bitch, I raise the stakes You will hate what I fuckin' make Just to pop out and I don't even show my face, oh yeah To count it all, gon' take about a minute Don't claim the gang, ho, if you know you not with it Marijuana scented, windows tinted, keep it low 'Cause you know these niggas can't wait to print it, oh yeah It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with yo mama (eat with your mama) I like the checks with the commas on commas (commas on commas) I want the checks with the commas on commas (commas on commas) It ain't uncommon to borrow a dollar Invite me over to eat with yo mama (eat with your mama) I like the checks with the commas on commas (commas on commas) I want the checks with the commas on commas (commas on commas) Dollars (hey!), dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Hey, dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (circu-circulate) They said we wouldn't have shit Wouldn't last if it was up to white Jesus Niggas started to believe it, started birthin' and bleedin' it Oh, the lies y'all sold us, um This poor love of ours, this gospel we sing This little shine of mine I'm gonna let it eat me up, I'm gonna let it kill me Go and let it f*ck me up 'til I'm leanin' 'Til I'm fiendin', 'til I'm feelin' better, wow I kinda feel better now 'Cause I got it now For me, for him, for her For my grandmama who had to pick cotton And my granddaddy who got lashed at then laughed at Who you turned your back on, who you took your turn on for masa I'm sorry, I'm kinda violent now Fuckin' tired now Don't mean to disturb your peace, just needed a little piece of what you got When I helped you out for masa Y'all got me hot now Not asking for permission, came back to see what's good now Niggas buyin' dreams by the pound, only real niggas sellin' Only real niggas feel your fear It's nice I frighten you It's nice I've inspired you To look, to think, to act like me Little, old me? Little, old me came back to say We made it |
Who Wrote Oprah By Leikeli47?
Sauveur Mallia, Marlanna Evans, Eric Gabouer
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What's The Duration Of The Oprah By Leikeli47?The duration of Oprah is 5:02 minutes and seconds. |
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