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lirik lagu lil zay osama - trim

[intro: lil zay osama]
(d~mn, draco, you made this?)
uh (glah, glah), gang (gang)
gang (on fonem, you hear me?)
glah (glah), glah (glah), glah (glah)
on fonem (on fonem)
gang (gang), gang (gang, uh)

[chorus: lil zay osama]
b~tch, i’m him, i ain’t them
fresh as f~ck, i pop out trim (phew, pop out)
i just bought my hood b~tch a skully (murder, murder, b~tch)
my b~tch look like she got ass shots, she like, “nah, bae, that’s for gym”
beige amiri jeans, folks say i rock the white one, know i’ma take a chim (no, i’ma take a chim, ayy)
yeah, slidin’ down cali in them straights, how the f~ck i scr~pe the rim?
opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (come here)
yeah, i know shot me, i bet y’all i won’t see his face again (b~tch ass n~gga)
i’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know i’ma change the vin (skrrt)
[verse 1: lil zay osama]
boss sh~t, i won’t stick my d~ck in if i smell her (stank b~tch)
me and foenem high speeds every time, we f~ckin’ twelve up (f~ckin’ twelve up)
lil’ bro ‘n ’em just died, you worried ’bout hoes, i’m tryna nail some’ (come here)
n~ggas a do that crime and start cryin’, they ’bout to tell some’ (b~tch ass n~gga)
spent two buildings on my pendant, that don’t include the cuban (gang, gang)
room full of b~tches, i f~cked ’em all, know wonder i’m pullin’ (on god)
n~gga, like you start acting boofin’ (goofy ass n~gga), head over hills for that lil’ poochie
all these b~tches f~ckin’, if you cuff neal, then n~gga, you stupid (gang, don’t do it)

[chorus: lil zay osama]
b~tch, i’m him, i ain’t them
fresh as f~ck, i pop out trim
i just bought my hood b~tch a skully (phew)
my b~tch look like she got ass shots (come on here), she like, “nah, bae, that’s for gym” (gang)
beige amiri jeans, folks say i rock the white one, know i’ma take a chim (uh~huh, on fonem grave)
yeah, flyin’ down cali in them straights, how the f~ck i scr~pe the rim? (skrrt)
opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (come here)
yeah, i know shot me, i bet y’all i won’t see his face again (won’t see it again, gang, gang)
i’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know i’ma change the vin

[verse 2: pgf nuk]
b~b~b~tch, i’m him, so many hoes feel like a pimp
we doin’ murders, no attempts (no attempts)
we catch the opps, we k!llin’ ’em (we k!llin’ em)
b~tch, i’m shinin’ like my wrist (uh), you reach for mines, boy, that’s a risk
i’m the pole and you the fish, you reel ’em in, then get ’em dished (yeah)
yeah, spin, do that sh~t again, i feel him moving his top
like bartends, we givin’ out them shots
s~s~shooting opps, close it with fns
t~t~thirty’s and them chops, we like black ops
shootin’ sh~t like call of duty, ballin’ like it’s black top
w~w~who is them? she don’t know (huh)
b~tch, i’m him, i~i~i got (huh) forgis on my rims (yeah)
she got a ass like she k!llin’ (uh~huh)
she bend it over ’cause i’m him (she bend it over, she bend it over)
she gon’ do it ’cause i’m ned, i got nine while you got nexts (while you got nexts)
[chorus: lil zay osama]
b~tch, i’m him, i ain’t them
fresh as f~ck, i pop out trim
i just bought my hood b~tch a skully (phew)
my b~tch look like she got ass shots (come on here), she like, “nah, bae, that’s for gym” (gang, gang, glah, glah)
beige amiri jeans, folks say i rock the white one, know i’ma take a chim (on fonem grave)
yeah, slidin’ down cali in them straights, how the f~ck i scr~pe the rim? (skrrt)
opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (come here)
yeah, i know shot me, i bet y’all i won’t see his face again (gang, gang, gang)
i’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know i’ma change the vin (huh)

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