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Omb Peezy - Lay Down Remix Lyrics

[Intro: OMB Peezy]
(Drum Dummie)
Look

[Chorus: OMB Peezy & GloRilla]
All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit
Better stop that shit (Stop that shit)
Bitch, I got something to make you lay down
(Bitch, I got something to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a nigga mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up them K rounds)
And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block
One of these nights and let 'em have it (Peezy)
Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play round)
And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block
One of these nights and let 'em have it (Eh, GloRilla)
Fuck, boy (Ugh), we ain't gon' play 'round (Shut up)

[Verse 1: GloRilla]
All of that cheatin', lyin', connivin' shit, had to drop that bitch (Fuck)
He must've thought I was gon' stay 'round (Got outta there, outta there)
I wish a nigga would try me likе I ain't that bitch
'Cause I got niggas that don't play about me (On the gang, gang)
Uh, I can say proudly with my chеst
A bitch ain't never booked me for nothin'
So try me if you want to (Ho)
That's the first time I won't be the one
Money, money, money, shit on hoes goin' through a bitch mind (Woah, ugh)
On gang, gang
[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit
Better stop that shit (Stop that shit)
Bitch, I got something to make you lay down
(Bitch, I got something to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a nigga mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up them K rounds)
And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block
One of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play round)
And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block
One of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play round)

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Ayy, ridin' 'round with fed cases (Uh)
Murk a nigga for a couple dead faces (Ayy)
Fuck your baby momma, ain't no sympathy
I hope she have a dead baby (Fuck that)
Niggas wanna tell the police everything (Uh)
Well, tell 'em how that lead tastin' (Talkin')
I've been in the streets, no sleep
Told 'em that he ain't seen the dead lately (Yeah)
I've been trippin', poppin' fifties
I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in (Uh, uh)
Partners kick it in the trenches (Uh)
Nigga trippin'? Grab the Glock and pop the stick in (Uh, uh)
Murder mission, pop a jigga
Smoke a black, wait for my high to kick in (Uh)
Rob a nigga flat broke, he shake back? (Skrrt)
Then I'm gon' rob him again (Yeah)
All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit
Better stop that shit (Nigga), I'll pop that bitch
Slide through your block, murk a nigga
Then I'm out that bitch
Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit
Better stop that shit, I'll pop that bitch
Slide through your block, murk a nigga
Then I'm out that bitch (Look)
[Chorus: OMB Peezy]
All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit
Better stop that shit (Stop that shit)
Bitch, I got something to make you lay down
(Bitch, I got something to make you lay down)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a nigga mind
When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (When I'm loadin' up them K rounds)
And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block
One of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play round)
And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block
One of these nights and let 'em have it
Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (Fuck boy, we ain't gon' play round)

[Outro: OMB Peezy]
Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round
Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round