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On Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Trell 224
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Latrell Graham




Trell 224 - On Me Lyrics




She say sir yes sir I think she got some manners
Pull up with some monkeys you know we got bananas

He banging gang gang he throwing up bandannas
Im bout to blow I'm heating up j like a candle

I open up the door ain't even touch the handle
Just like some eggs I cracked it once and watched em scramble
I know my answer for a sure it ain't a gamble
Free my nigga locked up needa let him out the slamma

Who is this suburb nigga bitching bout my grammar
I'm feeling like Thor pass me the hammer
Feeling like hulk smash smashing on the handle

He got weed so i know that moving something
I ain't f***** with rain I'm bringing all the thunder
I hit em with that 2 Ian talking up and under
I will make it got damn snow in the f***** summa
I got the Draco I want all the problems
When I walk in the building ima show stoppa
He got dreads in his head I call em waka flacka
Sippin on this muddy sippin on that head rocka

N**** you a lil pocket watcher
Pocket watching
Punch his face watch me pocket lock it
Pull up shooting shit I feel like a rocket
Y'all niggas ain't on shit y'all needa stop it

In the studio spitting bars wrote bout 5 songs
Who is you why you acting like I did u wrong
I don't who these n**** yea they all clones
Rocking off white yea rocking Vlone
After them trash bars send yo ass home
Who is you why blowing up my phone
Asking for feature yea 5 bands
I'm in the club I seen a b**** doing a handstand
My shooter booted yea that n**** be off vyvanse

She say sir yes sir I think she got some manners
Pull up with some monkeys you know we got bananas

He banging gang gang he throwing up bandannas
Im bout to blow I'm heating up j like a candle

I open up the door ain't even touch the handle
Just like some eggs I cracked it once and watched em scramble
I know my answer for a sure it ain't a gamble
Free my nigga locked up needa let him out the slamma

Who is this suburb nigga bitching bout my grammar
I'm feeling like Thor pass me the hammer
Feeling like hulk smash smashing on the handle
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She say sir yes sir I think she got some manners
Pull up with some monkeys you know we got bananas

He banging gang gang he throwing up bandannas
Im bout to blow I'm heating up j like a candle

I open up the door ain't even touch the handle
Just like some eggs I cracked it once and watched em scramble
I know my answer for a sure it ain't a gamble
Free my nigga locked up needa let him out the slamma

Who is this suburb nigga bitching bout my grammar
I'm feeling like Thor pass me the hammer
Feeling like hulk smash smashing on the handle

He got weed so i know that moving something
I ain't f***** with rain I'm bringing all the thunder
I hit em with that 2 Ian talking up and under
I will make it got damn snow in the f***** summa
I got the Draco I want all the problems
When I walk in the building ima show stoppa
He got dreads in his head I call em waka flacka
Sippin on this muddy sippin on that head rocka

N**** you a lil pocket watcher
Pocket watching
Punch his face watch me pocket lock it
Pull up shooting shit I feel like a rocket
Y'all niggas ain't on shit y'all needa stop it

In the studio spitting bars wrote bout 5 songs
Who is you why you acting like I did u wrong
I don't who these n**** yea they all clones
Rocking off white yea rocking Vlone
After them trash bars send yo ass home
Who is you why blowing up my phone
Asking for feature yea 5 bands
I'm in the club I seen a b**** doing a handstand
My shooter booted yea that n**** be off vyvanse

She say sir yes sir I think she got some manners
Pull up with some monkeys you know we got bananas

He banging gang gang he throwing up bandannas
Im bout to blow I'm heating up j like a candle

I open up the door ain't even touch the handle
Just like some eggs I cracked it once and watched em scramble
I know my answer for a sure it ain't a gamble
Free my nigga locked up needa let him out the slamma

Who is this suburb nigga bitching bout my grammar
I'm feeling like Thor pass me the hammer
Feeling like hulk smash smashing on the handle
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Writer: Latrell Graham
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