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Singles


Artist: Ob O'brien
Total songs: 2
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  1. Schemin' Up
  2. 2 On/thotful

Schemin' Up Lyrics - Singles - Ob O'brien

Reps up, OVO, you already 

 

All my niggas so hungry, man they just eat what they kill 

I like convertible Bentleys and houses deep in the Hills 

I might tell the whole crew come through 

My squad gotta roll through come through 

Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin' 

Because they sure do come true 

Then I say, this that fuckin' mob shit, 

this that fuckin' player shit 

This that shake a bottle up and bust the top and spray the shit 

Bitches gettin' dugout like where all the fuckin' players sit 

And like you just got traded 

Girl you don't know who you're playin' with 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, my sound is what up right now 

I've been down, but I'm up right now 

Nigga been backstrokin' and breaststrokin' 

Through that lane that you left open 

Man I don't give a fuck right now 

Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low 

'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla at me 

 

Yeah, I got two tings comin' through 

And they do whatever I want 'em to 

Yeah, we call that schemin' up 

We call that schemin' up, we call that schemin' up foreal 

I used to drive the Acura to school 

Now I don't touch the wheel unless it's new 

Yeah, we call that schemin' up 

We call that schemin' up, we call that schemin up foreal 

 

Passin' up on pretty women everyday (We do that shit!) 

I like getting money I love getting paid (You knew that shit!) 

Bitches tell me that I look like 40 everyday (for sho) 

That's OK, I'll go and fuck them forty minutes straight (hey!) 

Hey, showing' up to 40 forty minutes late (alright, alright!) 

Just send forty to The H and put forty in the safe (alright, alright!) 

Damn, I got forty on my neck and wrist (right!) 

OVO Sound boy, got 40 on the mix (sound, mix!) 

Mix, all I do is mix (mix!) 

All my tings are mixed (mix!) 

And I make 'em mix (mix!) 

That means I make 'em kiss, I make 'em pop, I make 'em strip (alright, alright!) 

TOPSZN, I just sprinkle with my fingertips 

 

No Money Manziel, the game is at a stand still 

How am I the man still? How am I the man still? 

I might, I might call up Pam still 

Tell em bring a can still brr-brr-brr still 

 

Tell them bring the rider, get my roll on 

Big timer tingle get your roll on 

Tell them basic bitches they can hold on 

I'm at the Hazey in the lobby with my robe on 

 

Bring you to Habibiz, get your smoke on 

I been going Hamilton for so long, yeah 

This ain't a joke ting 

I want the whole thing 

I want my new ting, to meet my old ting 

Let them get well acquainted, let them get hella faded 

I'm halfway through the race and I'm already celebrating 

I'm on that Y shit, I'm back on my shit 

I ran the game so long I should be wearing Dri-FIT 

Oh yeah I'm poppin' again 

And it kills me to yell out free Baka again 

But free Baka again, and free Greezy one time 

Shout out Sammy and Peezy one time, you know what it is 

 

She's like TOPSZN, is that a bad thing? 

I'm like I don't know, are you a bad ting? 

 

Yeah, I got two tings comin' through 

And they do whatever I want 'em to 

Yeah, we call that schemin' up 

We call that schemin' up, we call that schemin' up foreal 

I used to drive the Acura to school 

Now I don't touch the wheel unless it's new 

Yeah, we call that schemin' up 

We call that schemin' up, we call that schemin up foreal 

 

Reps up tell anybody, OVO we ain't just anybody 

Flight risk on my right wrist, I been cookin' up to feed everybody 

I got a chick in one night about it, we'll fuck your bitch and then write about it 

Made a half a mil went and bought a choppa 

'Cause nowadays you can't kill without it, BOW! 

We the stars, in the six, we the gods 

Found the guns I'll beat the charge, 

I left the court screaming fuck the law, 

these hoes and all, I'ma star 

Like that steak nigga way too raw 

Run the streets I hate the beef cause I take that shit way too far, yeah 

OVO the clique, I told Drake when we were kids 

I'll ride with the 45 until the day we run the 6 

Tell them niggas don't play it, someone tell Flex drop a bomb cause we made it 

Hop on the jet and fly over to Haiti 

Just so you know I was high when I made this, Run up 

 

I got two tings comin' through 

And they do whatever I want 'em to 

Yeah, we call that schemin' up 

We call that schemin' up, we call that schemin' up foreal 

I used to drive the Acura to school 

Now I don't touch the wheel unless it's new 

Yeah, we call that schemin' up 

We call that schemin up foreal 

We call that schemin up forealT 

We call that schemin up foreal 

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