OBN Jay - Big Ole (Feat. JayDaYoungan) | Logic Real Talk (Audio)
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@dsgbatonrouge2007 Жыл бұрын
LONG LIVE 23 🕊️🕊️🙏🏿🙏🏿
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GOD BLESS YOU GUYS! STAY SAFE! MAKE GOOD CHOICES!
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@erikjoseph41445 жыл бұрын
Straight slime 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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@jaymackyt24165 жыл бұрын
Banger !!!
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Ayeee u so fire🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@mjacobson65774 жыл бұрын
[Intro: OBN Jay] Big old checks comin' straight through the mail Big old Glock sittin' under the stairs OBN, yeah [Chorus: OBN Jay] Big old checks comin' straight through the mail Big old Glock sittin' under the stairs Go make a deposit to throw in the air I'm a real nigga, put that in the air Go shoppin' for nothin', my bitch in Chanel Sauce on my ass, check out my underwear Crossin' Lil Jay, that shit there a lil' rare You say that it's smoke, so what up? What the deal? Pull up, you know that that banger with me Trap niggas really be hangin' with me While I'm chasin' that bread, I be duckin' the heat 'Cause you bitches gon' die if you fuckin' with me Tryna get me a bag 'fore I'm stuck in the streets Climbin' straight up but I ain't touch the peak Bae, you can ask for whatever you need Float under ten with a Glock on the seat [Verse 1: OBN Jay] All the ratchets excited, just heard I'm in town Bitch, you need to go sit down All the shit that I got, I got that on my own But you look like you a lil' clone Got them racks in my ear like I picked up the phone In the back of the club and I'm sippin' on chrome Thirty-eight in my shoe, I'm performin' my song I don't need security, I got my own I been on the road tryna chase sacks And I can't let, flex bad nigga, take, take, take that Still clutchin' burners on the road, can't go Hollywood Got enough time for to make another sack And I'm still that same nigga, OBN, yeah yeah yeah yeah Bitch, you know I'm clutchin' F&N's, got one in the head Bare face, no mask, run in the stash Was broke as a bitch, I done got off my ass His partner a rat but he don't get a pass If I love you just know that I'm gon' give my last Never gon' listen, throw the thoughts in the trash Pushin' the foreign, I swear that bitch fast I flexed up, next up I know that they hatin', I got these niggas a lil' mad [Chorus: OBN Jay] Big old checks comin' straight through the mail Big old Glock sittin' under the stairs Go make a deposit to throw in the air I'm a real nigga, put that in the air Go shoppin' for nothin', my bitch in Chanel Sauce on my ass, check out my underwear Crossin' Lil Jay, that shit there a lil' rare You say that it's smoke, so what up? What the deal? Pull up, you know that that banger with me Trap niggas really be hangin' with me While I'm chasin' that bread, I be duckin' the heat 'Cause you bitches gon' die if you fuckin' with me Tryna get me a bag 'fore I'm stuck in the streets Climbin' straight up but I ain't touch the peak Bae, you can ask for whatever you need Float under ten with a Glock on the seat [Verse 2: JayDaYoungan] Fuck you if you ain't on my team Fuck with me and, bitch, you gon' bleed These niggas ain't real, shit, that's what I believe That lil' ho ain't shit, no she ain't what I need Clutch sticks every day of the week Too much goin' on so I stay with that heat They know what I'm on, bitch, I stay in the streets Put me on a song, put his face on a tee I got a big check waitin' for me Go pick up the bag, I don't like meet and greets They say they want beef, I ain't lookin' for peace We gon' hop out with heat, put that bitch straight to sleep Got tats on my face and my neck what I bleed Bitch I mean what I say and I say what I mean The reaper on side me, I barely can sleep They talkin' 'bout money but broke, I can see Hop out a coupe, got two doors These niggas be pussy like two hoes, yeah Sports only, no cruise mode Sippin' on mud so a young nigga move slow Ice on me, I'm too cold Johnny Dang flooded my mouth, my tooth froze Buy one, get two more Bitches be catchin' them plays like Julio [Chorus: OBN Jay] Big old checks comin' straight through the mail Big old Glock sittin' under the stairs Go make a deposit to throw in the air I'm a real nigga, put that in the air Go shoppin' for nothin', my bitch in Chanel Sauce on my ass, check out my underwear Crossin' Lil Jay, that shit there a lil' rare You say that it's smoke, so what up? What the deal? Pull up, you know that that banger with me Trap niggas really be hangin' with me While I'm chasin' that bread, I be duckin' the heat 'Cause you bitches gon' die if you fuckin' with me Tryna get me a bag 'fore I'm stuck in the streets Climbin' straight up but I ain't touch the peak Bae, you can ask for whatever you need Float under ten with a Glock on the seat [Outro: OBN Jay] Big old checks comin' straight through the mail They comin' straight through the, uh Big blue hundreds comin' straight through the mail They comin' straight through the, uh Try to come jack and I'm goin' to jail Swear that I'm goin' Try to come jack and I'm goin' to jail Swear that I'm go-oh-oin' Da-da-da-da Da-da-da, oh whoa-oh
@devon75015 жыл бұрын
Like if OBN Jay gone blow in 2019
@ceduardojaldin85852 жыл бұрын
FLAMEEE👌🔥🔥🔥🔥
@youngestlawd92805 жыл бұрын
This the best on the album
@christianseals65343 жыл бұрын
Live for God repent read your Bible pray and have faith I’m him stand firm in it Isaiah 7.9 in Jesus name amen he’s coming soon