paroles de chanson Ocd - Kasey Andre

Living my life like this
Living my life like this
Why you act up you ain't rap like this
Had to go flex my wrist
Why you talk shit you ain't got no hits
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Blow a whole clip and you still gone miss
Homie ya still gon miss
Yeah
Homie you fuck with a pro like me
Fuck what you heard you ain't smoke like me
Pull up to the crib with a bag on me
Likely she don't know there's a price on me
Roll around the city with the tank on E
Work all day cuz this shit ain't free
Yeah I'm so clean
Like OCD
Get money let it bang
Got my bank on freeze
Only with her for the night
Shorty I don't wanna waste time
I be on top cus this shit my life
I be outside when the sun don't shine
Money sound good
But the price not right
Rap all day
Know that shit my vice
Bitch don't talk I don't need advice
That my chick
She be my type
Count it up
Oh my god
She think I'm dumb
All I ask if for your love
On the dark side of the moon
Won't you come here and light it up
I stay flexing when I want
I live life just how I want
Why you talking like you know me
Told you once I give no fuck
Living my life like this
Why act up you ain't rap like this
Had to go flex my wrist
Why you talk shit
You ain't got no hits
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Blow a whole clip and you still gone miss
Homie ya still gon miss
Yeah
Homie you fuck with a pro like me
Fuck what you heard you ain't smoke like me
Pull up to the crib with a bag on me
Likely she don't know there's a price on me
Roll around the city with the tank on E
Working all day cuz this shit ain't free
Yeah I'm so clean
Like OCD
Get money let it bang
Got my bank on freeze
Fucking with my energy
I don't talk shit
Tell em boss up
I don't got friends
Lil bitch
That my family
I be on top of them tall trees
Come down when you want me
Stay cool hit the party
Shorty Came thru With a 40
All the liquor gone by the morning
Had to re-up
Looking at the view while I roll on a blunt
Had to hit the road
10 shows in a month
How you so clean when you came out the mud
Shot Straight to the top
Like I shot out the gun
Tell her don't ask
Cuz I know what she want
Put it in drive
You can sit in the front
Ask why I do it
Do it all for the love
Shorty came thru cuz she can't get enough
Living my life like this
Why act up you ain't rap like this
Had to go flex my wrist
Why you talk shit
You ain't got no hits
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Blow a whole clip and you still gone miss
Homie ya still gon miss
Yeah
OCD yeah your bitch she got her money right
OCD yeah my bitch she got her money right