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41 presidential - lil zay osama lyrics

[intro: lil zay osama]
mm, yeah, uh
uh*huh, go (go), glah (magic)
ayy, gang, you recordin’ me?
uh*huh (dj bandz, oh man)
glah, yeah, uh

[verse 1: lil zay osama]
weddin’ rose gold presidential, this a forty one (forty one)
i ran up two checks, ain’t no way i can give my shorty one (can’t give my shorty one, n*gga)
i got a lot of dollars, you in my daughter, so you can’t get one (ain’t getting this money, lil’ b*tch)
money not a problem, i been ballin’, i don’t pay for dunks (b*tch)
n*gga, it’s up, you can’t blow your sh*t up in the trunks (you can’t blow your sh*t up in the trunks)
i ain’t heard from him ’cause he been owing them n*ggas for ’bout a month (broke ass n*gga)
he was at a stand still, i turnt him up, be able to hunt (secret)
dissin’ off them deals, i vacuum seal and hit the plain racks (phew)
land in my city, ‘bows already sold
i done ran up a fifty
i don’t wanna rock no dior today, wear the brands from my city (wear the brands)
i don’t wanna f*ck another ho today, i don’t even care ’bout any n*gga (don’t even care ’bout any n*gga)
yeah, yeah, yeah, we been hustlin’ in them streets (hustlin’)
i got n*ggas over west, i got n*ggas over east, for real
i got n*ggas in the county, if you wanna buy some sheets
you can’t post it where you from, make it hot and them tryna eat
deal, cut a n*gga hands off and hear that boy beef
and that glizzy under my arm, i don’t keep near my briefcase
yeah, circuit baby, swallowed all the*, i don’t wanna fear no kings
can’t eat no p*ssy with these vvs, i paid fully for these t**th (go, go)
i might pop out to my hood and buy my shorty and nem some sneakers
my b*tch is f*ckin’ b*tches with me, when i cheat, i ain’t gotta sneak
yeah, i know there’s one b*tch i like, i wish i see her more (i see her more)
yeah, soon as i link with her, avron will do her, peep her momma
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
in my flexin’ zone (yeah)
n*ggas showed their true colors when that pressure on (that pressure on)
it be the ones who changes when they got up, that’s who we steppin’ on (for real)
stretch the road, hit it with that fan and got two extras on (on)
before we drop the rappers we don’t like, we say, “he next to blow” (phew)
a lit a liter (yeah), tweakin’ at my shows, it quay quay up in heaters (fah)
f*ck them n*ggas, i don’t do no linkin’, send sh*t up to jesus (jesus)
rolley freezin’, we the ones who weak, got two hundred beams (beams)
fifty thousand bustin’ out my pocket, finna f*ck up neeman’s
i’m never doing no talkin’ with these n*ggas if they ever show my head (on god)
ask them p*ssy n*ggas that be hatin’, they know how we playin’ (playin’)
get ’em whacked, ain’t gotta spend no check, my lil’ shortys in (in)
playin’ auto marning, got it bustin’, extra forty grand (phew)
motivate the trenches, put them maybach on them forgi’ sixty (sixty)
opps been dog sh*ttin’ on my new uris, cost me forty tickets (brr)
on a mission, ran me up some m’s, my lil’ bro winnin’ (yeah)
i can’t sign no rapper to my label unless he totin’ glizzys
get ’em touched, n*ggas still ain’t hissin’, you gon’ spin or what? (she gon’ spin or what?)
i got so much gas up in the trunk, it look like i hit a bump (bump)
we really them, these n*ggas don’t try us, they know we fifty up’d (frr)
hey p*ssy, i’m in these shots, up in that boy, it look like he king crunk
b*tch

- lil zay osama lyrics

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