O.T.M (Out the Mud) - Pressa

O.T.M (Out the Mud) - Pressa

  • Year of release: 2021
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:32

Below is the lyrics of the song O.T.M (Out the Mud) , artist - Pressa with translation

Lyrics " O.T.M (Out the Mud) "

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O.T.M (Out the Mud)

Pressa

Don’t let me get it out the mud and throw it in your face…

His biggest record ain’t even better than my…

Don’t let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face…

His biggest record ain’t even better than my throwaways

I sell a record but I really could sell anything

Car get riddled di di dah… Bullets riddling

Bullets riddling, shit’s hot ya it’s crazy

Bullets riddling, bullets hot ya they blazing

Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him

They used to call me Rico and I was serving crack to Jason

Woah, I’m with the gang and all I know is fuck the rest

I know niggas catch a body like it’s something out they chest

I know a nigga served a junkie now he walking off the edge

It’s so hard to click over when my niggas call collet

They keep cutting out the threeway, Questioning for three days

Homicides get beat ay, they promise he ain’t leaving

Lawyer with no briefcase, and he walk out the station, smiling like a demon…

Don’t let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face…

His biggest record ain’t even better than my throwaways

I sell a record but I really could sell anything

Car get riddled di di dah… Bullets riddling

Bullets riddling, shit’s hot ya it’s crazy

Bullets riddling, bullets hot ya it’s blazing

Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him

They used to call me Rico and I was serving crack to Jason

Woah

I wanna live good, If I don’t know the business then I go read the book

My nigga ya he stuck, ain’t no leaving the hood

Condo next to the hood,

I drop a hit now I’m ready to book

Woah

You see I’m sick I got a wassa disease, Woah

He get shot and now he washed and deseased, Woah

W, so we double the V, Woah

Homicide this ain’t regular D’s

Woah

I came up, off of 36 O’s

You see the police try to hang me with ropes, I went to Hundred from «o»

I know some niggas that used to play with the nose

I got some dawgs but they don’t play with a bone, ya you know how it go

Don’t let me get it out the mud and throw it in his face…

His biggest record ain’t even better than my throwaways

I sell a record but I really could sell anything

Car get riddled di di dah… Bullets riddling

Bullets riddling, shit’s hot ya it’s crazy

Bullets riddling, bullets hot ya it’s blazing

Bullets hit his back, run Ricky but we chase him

They used to call me Rico and I was serving crack to Jason

Woah

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