Ominous Opulence Lyrics - Dash

[Verse 1: Marc Mavri¢k] 

Hit a lick 

Yeah nigga, hit a lick 

Blew it on yo' bitch 

Blew the shit 

Yeah, I blew this shit 

Then she sucked the dick 

Yeah I told her strip 

Yeah I told her strip 

Mothafucka you fuckin' with 

I'mma fuckin' pimp 

Fuckin' pimp 

Chillin' wit' the 'files 

Put 'em in the 6 

I'm innocent 

Crackers gave me 5 shoulda gave me 6 

Suck the dick 

I don't give a fuck 

5 percenter shit 

Sin the shit 

Know I get it low 

Then I flip the shit 

Bring it back 

Know I'm gettin' cash 

Know I'm gettin' that 

Blew it fast 

Then she blew my mind 

Then I blew her back 

Blew it all today 

I don't give a fuck 

I get it back 

Movin' heavy D 

I don't give a fuck I'm in the trap 

In the trap 

All you niggas whack 

All you niggas whack 

[Interlude: Da$H] 

All you niggas fuckin' whack man 

True fact 

Niggas know who the fuck it is 

Yo, yo, yo 

[Verse 2: Da$H] 

Risk taker like Evel Knievel 

Mickey Knox wit' the box cutter 

Woulda play a dead bolt the way it lock butter 

Cop hunter, invest in the block in case the stocks plunger 

Rappers cock munching 

I'm top tier, let it off and then the block clear 

I'm who opps fear, you faker than a croc's tears 

Straight for sauce, and the taker here to steak the odds 

Play the cards right, you end up a dealer with pounds to the ceiling 

Assorting paper work, you a squealer 

I don't need partners, in and outta state, counting mounds of cake 

Cross the map, price is see-sawing, up and down the rate 

Saw your bitch had some lips on her, so I drown her face 

Same newspaper, different story, niggas really bore me 

Rhyming poorly, say you real but repping all your homies stories 

Living like a [?], mob connected nigga, drama tested 

Mac-11 with the cooler out is turning problems wretched 

Mind infested, devious thoughts help me pay the cost 

Living wild, appointment with the reaper get filed 

Problem child, going hard until my number dialed 

I turn the phone off, fuck it, nigga I'm thrown off 

The Captain make it happen, ran myself into a gold Porche 

Porter need a Mazi, and the [?] end up a body nabbed 

Did 5, came home brolic, we need the profit 

Want the drop 6, live off experience, on some lock shit 

Dead man walking, I'm sparking anything cross my path 

4 pound larking, it turn a faggot to walking scabs 

Test my word, my niggas flexing, bending, and stretching birds 

All my men absurd, mess of murder so that the message heard 

Yeah, pussy nigga cut that text alert 

Cause if you ain't know, and so you do now 

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