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Biff & OJ Video (MV)




Performed By: The Midnight
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Phillip Williams




The Midnight - Biff & OJ Lyrics
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They mad at me, I think I know why I be wavin' them out, I be way too fly
Do it B.I.G., cuz your boy from the stuy
They mad at me, and I think I know why
They mad at me, cuz I f*ck they bitch They mad at me, cuz I soon get rich
Call up O.J.Z., and we cook up a hit Niggas know that I'm eatin', this the fish with the grits
Nigga, every time they see me, I be rollin' the Biff
This that Biffy with the O.J., my bitches, they rock Dolce
Trip to San Jose, fifty bottles of the rosé
Turn the club to flower shop, movie once my album drop
I'm heavy on the soursop, wheatgrass and ginger shots
It's like y'all asymptomatic for the broke disease
I know the owner, I ain't never payin' broken fees And we be cashin out, there's never no contingencies
You gotta blot the alpaca, you spill wine on it
I want a rollie so flooded, can't tell the time on it
My lawyer read contracts before I sign on it
And every time they play my shit, they press rewind on it
They mad at me, I think I know why I be wavin' them out, I be way too fly
Do it B.I.G., cuz ya boy from the stuy
They mad at me, and I think I know why
They mad at me, cuz I f*ck they bitch They mad at me, cuz I soon get rich
Call up O.J.Z., and we cook up a hit Niggas know that I'm eatin', this the fish with the grits
Nigga, they could never be me, I would never be them
Play me close on the gram, wanna be Midi friend
When I was broke on the ave, they ain't f*ck with me then Gave them niggas up to block twenty, try to give Midi ten
How you half-assin' me, then you askin', what's the fee? Yeah, I love you niggas to death, but I'm tired of rappin' for free
I already got the penthouse, next is touchin' the B How you got bigger fish than fried? Nigga, ain't no fish bigger than me
My family come from Kingston, but I was born on the ave How you say you come from Brooklyn, but never took a dollar cap
And I'm good with the hands, I'm like Tyson and Jabb Drop a bag in the P's, I could get you niggas tagged
I'm heavy on it, doin' my push-ups and my pull-ups
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They mad at me, I think I know why I be wavin' them out, I be way too fly
Do it B.I.G., cuz your boy from the stuy
They mad at me, and I think I know why
They mad at me, cuz I f*ck they bitch They mad at me, cuz I soon get rich
Call up O.J.Z., and we cook up a hit Niggas know that I'm eatin', this the fish with the grits
Nigga, every time they see me, I be rollin' the Biff
This that Biffy with the O.J., my bitches, they rock Dolce
Trip to San Jose, fifty bottles of the rosé
Turn the club to flower shop, movie once my album drop
I'm heavy on the soursop, wheatgrass and ginger shots
It's like y'all asymptomatic for the broke disease
I know the owner, I ain't never payin' broken fees And we be cashin out, there's never no contingencies
You gotta blot the alpaca, you spill wine on it
I want a rollie so flooded, can't tell the time on it
My lawyer read contracts before I sign on it
And every time they play my shit, they press rewind on it
They mad at me, I think I know why I be wavin' them out, I be way too fly
Do it B.I.G., cuz ya boy from the stuy
They mad at me, and I think I know why
They mad at me, cuz I f*ck they bitch They mad at me, cuz I soon get rich
Call up O.J.Z., and we cook up a hit Niggas know that I'm eatin', this the fish with the grits
Nigga, they could never be me, I would never be them
Play me close on the gram, wanna be Midi friend
When I was broke on the ave, they ain't f*ck with me then Gave them niggas up to block twenty, try to give Midi ten
How you half-assin' me, then you askin', what's the fee? Yeah, I love you niggas to death, but I'm tired of rappin' for free
I already got the penthouse, next is touchin' the B How you got bigger fish than fried? Nigga, ain't no fish bigger than me
My family come from Kingston, but I was born on the ave How you say you come from Brooklyn, but never took a dollar cap
And I'm good with the hands, I'm like Tyson and Jabb Drop a bag in the P's, I could get you niggas tagged
I'm heavy on it, doin' my push-ups and my pull-ups
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Writer: Phillip Williams
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