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3 headed goat ! - ebk osama lyrics

[intro]
(mace mula)
(you feel me knockin’? well let me in!)

[verse 1: ssrichh33]
wake him up, ain’t no loafin’ keep that b*tch on me
baby i can’t dance it’s one up top you see the stick pokin’
forty in my pants, do my dance and up that b*tch on me
the sucka pack in the air you know what we smokin’

[verse 2: ebk jaaybo]
this dior month, i seen his wrist shinin’
my young life only eleven but he been slidin’
aye, i ain’t gon’ lie, when i was broke them was some bad times
the plug ran out on the uh, i had a bad night

[verse 3: verde babii]
just a product of my environment
n*ggas send pictures with suckas like we gon’ pop the friend
aye we got forties with fullies we got all kinds of sticks
.556s breakin’ through his load, it’ll stop a whip

[verse 4: ssrichh33]
can’t name a n*gga that has stepped on me
this forty keep me company, i’m never lonely
b*tch i sit outside his mama house then we gon’ walk up on him
all that net talkin’ n*ggas did, and now he gotta show it
[verse 5: ebk jaaybo]
aye, the chop dirty still slidin’ with it
i’m layin’ in his back seat, blud i’m kinda different
me and tato bendin’ blocks tryna find a victim
just squeeze the trigger it’s kinda simple

[verse 6: verde babii]
cuddy you can’t hit this wood, it’s dead n*ggas in it
n*ggas can’t hop up in this load, ain’t tryna shred n*ggas
n*ggas playin’ hard, somebody son gon’ be a murder victim
ain’t no do the shootin’ from the whip, we walkin’ up on n*ggas

[verse 7: ssrichh33]
you n*ggas shootin’ from the whip? that is not a skit (ain’t no skit, n*gga)
when i was in my d*ck i was boppin’ whips (i was bopping’ what?)
this sh*t simple wanna k!ll just c*ck and cl!ck
everytime we slide through, we gon’ [?]

[verse 8: ebk jaaybo]
i told lil brodie put the engines on, we finna push this n*ggas dreads back
do that one dance, like hold on, slo*be said that
sh*t bags, from all the funk i graduated from
now i’m only aimin’ neck and up

[verse 9: verde babii]
my youngest tryna pop sum’ he said take him on a murder mission
babii off the percs, so don’t mind him if he get to itchin
know it or not, i know that n*gga dead, i seen his body twitchin’
bounce out his load, and get to clappin’ [?]
[verse 10: ssrich33]
aye, we them n*ggas really block huggin’
my n*ggas instant, tryna drop sum’
don’t need a pill to do a drill, i’ll pop sum’
i just came for the check, i am not humpin’
i know he dead, i walked up on him and ain’t stopped dumpin’
we been surfin’ everyday, n*ggas ain’t outside
n*ggas know where we be, still ain’t gon’ slide
if it’s up then it’s stuck, we not gon’ hide
he was spooked out his jaws, [?]

[verse 11: ebk jaaybo]
i keep a snitch close by, throw a punch get spotted like a foo fight
keep it stitchless, real n*ggas that’ll do time
everybody goin’ down, he speak up on that sh*t we did
child endangerment, don’t show remorse for the kid
this ain’t no light switch, but my glock fully
he speakin’ on me to the b*tch, like he got a p*ssy
you hesitate, then that’s your action, n*ggas better cook me
got the murder ray boomin’ so they tryna book me

[verse 12: verde babii]
n*ggas hit that cell and get to rollin’ up
why that n*gga slide past that park? boy, he dumb as f*ck
i went down for a lil time it ain’t phase him up
i got out i hit up slo*be like “brodie, where the guns?”
[?] on zero tolerance i’m back with the thugs
brodie said be cool, but i’m like “f*ck it, i’m gon’ turn it up”
if it ain’t on you, then it’s on me, boy you outta luck
verde babiis, you’d hear me rap and think i’m famous or sum’
but baby, don’t be checkin’ up for me if you ain’t payin’ me
i hang with k!llers, we can’t hang if you don’t owe him a pole (owe him a gun)
[outro: verde babii]
aye, aye, if you don’t owe him a pole
i hang with k!llers we can’t hang if you don’t owe him a shhh

- ebk osama lyrics

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