Oh No Songtext
von King Reign
Oh No Songtext
I′m waving a knife at the cops,
Callin'em All pussy′s.
I ain't goin to jail,
I ain't a killer but they pushed me,
They shot me nine times,
An it turns out I don′t have nine lives,
But don′t cry for me,
This dramas been brewin a long time,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
I channel my anger,
Instead of bangin down ya door,
I create bangers,
I'm occupied by soccer practice and pampers,
Not shootin up ya workplace,
All in front of the camera′s
Tired of bein dissed just wanted an advantage,
Ya, then everything
Got dark,
Now ya sons want revenge,
I'd have to murder again,
Fleeing from the scene,
Where the fuck did I park,
But none of that shit happened,
Cause ya boy started rappin,
And the ladies
Shown me Love,
Still was always ready for action,
For any motherfucker who thought shit was sweet,
One foot in home trainin the other in the streets,
No,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
You can′t say
You're Sorry,
It′s too late for that,
Too young
You're Not ready,
No one's got your back,
No,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Roll up on you at
The stop light,
While I′m crossing the street,
Get you to roll down ya window and punch
Through ya teeth,
While ya brains digestion that,
Throw my shit in the back,
Then throw you out the car,
And get you to lay flat,
With no movement,
Count to one hundred til you get up,
I got ya wallet with ya id,
I′ll call you we should catch up,
Til then you never met me,
And I bet you never forget me,
But none of that shit happened,
Cuz ya boy started rappin,
And the ladies shown me love,
Still was always ready for action,
For any motherfuckers who thought shit was sweet,
One foot in home training the
Other in the streets,
No,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
You can't say
You′re Sorry,
It's too late for that,
Too young
You′re Not ready,
No one's got your back,
No,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Callin'em All pussy′s.
I ain't goin to jail,
I ain't a killer but they pushed me,
They shot me nine times,
An it turns out I don′t have nine lives,
But don′t cry for me,
This dramas been brewin a long time,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
I channel my anger,
Instead of bangin down ya door,
I create bangers,
I'm occupied by soccer practice and pampers,
Not shootin up ya workplace,
All in front of the camera′s
Tired of bein dissed just wanted an advantage,
Ya, then everything
Got dark,
Now ya sons want revenge,
I'd have to murder again,
Fleeing from the scene,
Where the fuck did I park,
But none of that shit happened,
Cause ya boy started rappin,
And the ladies
Shown me Love,
Still was always ready for action,
For any motherfucker who thought shit was sweet,
One foot in home trainin the other in the streets,
No,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
You can′t say
You're Sorry,
It′s too late for that,
Too young
You're Not ready,
No one's got your back,
No,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Roll up on you at
The stop light,
While I′m crossing the street,
Get you to roll down ya window and punch
Through ya teeth,
While ya brains digestion that,
Throw my shit in the back,
Then throw you out the car,
And get you to lay flat,
With no movement,
Count to one hundred til you get up,
I got ya wallet with ya id,
I′ll call you we should catch up,
Til then you never met me,
And I bet you never forget me,
But none of that shit happened,
Cuz ya boy started rappin,
And the ladies shown me love,
Still was always ready for action,
For any motherfuckers who thought shit was sweet,
One foot in home training the
Other in the streets,
No,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
You can't say
You′re Sorry,
It's too late for that,
Too young
You′re Not ready,
No one's got your back,
No,
Oh no,
Oh no,
Oh no,
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