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lirik lagu babyk osama & gmk - get it back

[intro: babyk osama]
(kadoe made the slap, you feel me?)
fifty mag, feelin’ mad, f~ck it, get his ass
fifty mag, feelin’ mad, f~ck it, get his ass (ayy)

[chorus: babyk osama]
fifty mag, feelin’ mad, f~ck it, get his ass (f~ck it, get his ass)
spend a bag, blow a bag, f~ck it, get it back (f~ck it, get it back)
girl, i ain’t rich, but i can buy all the sh~t you wish you had (all the sh~t you wish you had)
like all your pics on insta’, now that got your n~gga mad (now that got your n~gga mad)
[verse 1: babyk osama]
let’s double back, someone alive, boy, it ain’t none of that (boy, that ain’t none of that)
b~tch, you gon’ get your cash once you go handle that
excuse me, where my manners at? (where my manners at?)
exclusive, where the scammers at (where the scammers at)
cornerbacks, we jammin’ that (we jammin’ that)
two quarterbacks and they double stacked
remy all mines, f~ck you mean? you can’t get none of that
p~ssy ho be wildin’, but somehow she always comin’ back (always comin’ back)
catch me when i’m cheatin’, but how i’m beatin’ it, she in love with that (she in love with it)
b~tch, you always fakin’ in the trap like you be flippin’ packs (you ain’t flippin’ sh~t)
you ain’t caught a play since obj had caught that one hand catch
n~ggas on my line like, “oh my gosh, how he got all them racks?” (all them racks)
wanna take it, i’ll take your sh~t and make you get it back (yeah, yeah)
might just take a rap n~gga chain ’cause he don’t live his rap
b~tch, i ain’t no rookie, ride with this fully (grrah, grrah)
this p~ssy n~gga talkin’ crazy, make him eat these bullets
she steady claimin’ that’s my baby, b~tch, you gotta prove it
we got them choppers like the navy, we don’t tote no uzi (we don’t tote no uzi)
she so addicted to my fingers, but i love her booty (but i love her booty)
got h~lla money in my pockets, but i ain’t acting bougie (i ain’t acting bougie)
b~tch, i’m steady acting crazy, b~tch, i’m goin’ stupid
i almost took they tires off, why the f~ck they cruisin’?
b~tch, i’m ’bout to lose it, what you doin’?

[verse 2: gmk]
ayy, n~gga, what you doin’?
ayy, n~gga, just bought me a k, if one of these f~ck n~ggas play, i’m shootin’
ayy, i know a n~gga would k!ll for one of these cubans
we come swing they block, they moving
i bet i won’t miss sh~t when i swing this stick just like the movie
i’m out the window beatin’ this drum on a f~ck n~gga block, i’m gettin’ groovy
these n~ggas be beatin’ they feet when i jump out beatin’ my k, these n~ggas be coochie
i had to slid through in a h~llcat, had the dirt bike and the hoopty (skrr)
i gave like twenty racks to the mailman, now the pack touchin’ tuesday
i got the tahoes and the caravan, we come back from the strip
i got my g thing in the phipp
we got like two choppers in the whip
n~gga, i swing down like a high five and i’m smackin’ sh~t like a pimp
n~gga, it’s a whole drum on my right side, i got fifty rounds on my hip (baow, baow, baow, baow)
[chorus: babyk osama]
fifty mag, feelin’ mad, f~ck it, get his ass (f~ck it, get his ass)
spend a bag, blow a bag, f~ck it, get it back (f~ck it, get it back)
girl, i ain’t rich, but i can buy all the sh~t you wish you had (all the sh~t you wish you had)
like all your pics on insta’, now that got your n~gga mad (now that got your n~gga mad)
fifty mag, feelin’ mad, f~ck it, get his ass (f~ck it, get his ass)
spend a bag, blow a bag, f~ck it, get it back (f~ck it, get it back)
girl, i ain’t rich, but i can buy all the sh~t you wish you had (all the sh~t you wish you had)
like all your pics on insta’, now that got your n~gga mad (now that got your n~gga mad)

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