On Me Lyrics - Baby Face Killa - Freddie Gibbs

Road, pockets on bruise bruise by Louken 

Coming from colours like fruit loops remove goose 

Whole rather have me like 2 groups they too blues 

Balling on me running through niggas bitches that shoot loops cruise 

Not even magic blue or Shaq feet 

Back like the bitch ran track ass like athletes 

Quite up in the peace so wait on that pass me 

Falling on that ass bitch, striptease be last week 

I guess I got the dick so I make the rules 

When they let the mothernigga play the rules 

Strapped up motherfucker better pledge luv 

Even H57 that's my favourite tune 

I'm a fool dog ass nigga 

So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch 

I'm a fool dog ass nigga 

So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch 

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It's all on me I put it on me 

Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree 

We bustin up the gag you probably no OG 

Got bottles under table the tab they 4G 

And I put it on me, me, me 

I put it on me, me, me 

Said It'sall on me, me, me 

Then put it on me, me, me 

Said I put it on me 

Come to California that's where I'm from 

Fuck the girl pussy until it's none 

Do my damn thing and I shake like a petrify 

Fake a state hate long as real niggas are recognizing 

I'm good, yeah yeah I'm good 

Taking care of my day ones and feeding on my wolf 

2 3 6 files ago I was live you know 

Yeah I got off more tree than woods 

Nigga used to real, ace spades a deal 

It ain't what you say it's how you say what you feel 

I do it from the chest I reek of succes 

You ain't seen a nigga this cold out the west in a long time 

Boy say you wanna problem it's a long line 

Super high boy push a cold line 

Shawty starring at a gold mine 

I'm on now, showtime 

Photos 

It's all on me I put it on me 

Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree 

We bustin up the gag you probably no OG 

Got bottles under table the tab they 4G 

And I put it on me, me, me 

I put it on me, me, me 

Said It'sall on me, me, me 

Then put it on me, me, me 

Said I put it on me 

We smoking on G 

I meet up with my nigga 

We chopping the whole key 

I slap it on a fire I'm stabbing on a G 

Be order still my folks be close it's 9 3 

Money over bitches running with my niggas 

Hooving with the squad the robbers the dope dealers 

Without these permissions I'm german the cold killers 

Open on the streets don't got mercy on broke niggas 

I'm thugging to the east bay and my nigga jack of 7 

I'm on the freeway I need another pack of that 

You know how beef lay hit the liquor flip the zippers 

I told the girl I'm just the type of nigga 

Got my killer from the east way 

Hit the lay I got some weight to the 8th tray 

You broke it down I hit my money at the next hay 

Hit a liquor flip the zippers, 

Told my girl I'm just the type of nigga 

It's all on me I put it on me 

Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree 

We bustin up the gag you probably no OG 

Got bottles under table the tab they 4G 

And I put it on me, me, me 

I put it on me, me, me 

Said It'sall on me, me, me 

Then put it on me, me, me 

Said I put it on me