The O.C. Şarkıları

Most write about stuff they fantasized ı'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped ıt's the sam...

Foes are flammable in it's entirety step back a hundred feet or so cause what ı let loose, is fiery fisticuffs, slips are blistered non dread rappers wanna sell...

While my glock ı had, guess what ı forsaw true for now ı'm not surprised we didn't rise not at all too many clicks for dolo, weak hitting solos my scrolls, they...

[o.c.] hey ı like spike mics like football punts man ı do this on the real yo this shit ain't no front [u nast] no illusions, ı want the absence of confusion ...