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lirik lagu ‎osamason - team cypher slatt

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[intro: osamason]
hold on, what’s up (what), what’s up (what)
ok, yeah, yeah (yeah)
hold up (bih)
i get, yeah, yeah (let’s go)

[verse 1: osamason]
i got rich off the pack, yeah (go)
rick owen jeans with the wax off, yeah
five~five~six make your ass tough, yeah (boop~boop~boop)
baddie wanna get passed, oh yeah (b~tch)
who wanna f~ck gon’ say somethin’, ooh (yeah)
i was with [?] tryna slay somethin’ (boop~boop~boop)
oh, you finna drop a bag at neiman’s, oh yeah (bih)
i made h~lla racks but i ain’t done yet
yeah, told the b~tch finna fly like a jet (skrrt~skrrt)
uno, dos, pfft, tres
lines in my f~ckin’ cup (mud)
praise to the lord ‘cause i know i’m blessed

[verse 2: 1oneam]
this li’ hoe want cry and sеx
woke up, b~tch like d~mn (haha)
w~woke up, blеw that check (uh~huh)
bih’ wanna grab on my neck
w~woke up and i was feeling so good (haha)
woke up, d~mn i’m feeling blessed (what)
hi~hit a d~mn stain, we gon’ hop out the whip
black, white diamonds, my sh~t playing chess
hop out the crib, my sh~t on froze
wipe a n~gga nose, wipe a n~gga’s nose (yeah)
woke up bored, finna buy clothes (sure)
she throwing ass, b~tch on the floor
i’m getting money, these n~ggas do chores (chores)
shooting on me, do ’em the lord
she sucking the d~ck, i’m praising the lord (yeah)
i’m with lil’ gang, finna f~ck up the store (let’s go)
[verse 3: okaymar]
yeah, yeah
all my k!lls finna king up the dork
ugly ass b~tch geeked up like a dork (yeah)
f~ck twelve, b~tch, i ain’t going to court (court)
i’m tryna f~ck, so keep this sh~t short (short)
yeah, gun hanging out my shorts
green beam on my head, b~tch
i’ll show your b~tch some different sh~t (beep, beep, beep)
i heard someone tryna flex, b~tch
i don’t even want no s~x, b~tch
i just want your neck, b~tch
feelin’ me, speak my language
i can’t speak my language
i see twelve, gotta lane switch
these boys be on that lame sh~t (yeah)
that be the boy i hang with

[verse 4: ohsxnta]
these broke boys still on the same sh~t
that boy still with the same b~tch (b~tch)
that n~gga lame, shawty (these n~ggas be lame)
he tryna be like gang, shawty (yeah, yeah)
this kel~tec got too many bodies (what)
and my racks too big, can’t fit in the wallet (what)
i was just f~ckin’ this bad b~tch, where can i find you?
she was sucking me up, she did it, that’s on god, b
yeah, hit sh~t with my flex (flex), hit sh~t with my fle~ (flex)
hermès, so i had drugs and (?)
it’s hermès, so i said f~ck that text
model hoes tryna have some s~x (beep, beep, beep)
i like percs and s~x, bih
cuban on my neck (yeah)
i f~ck up a check (beep)


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