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that time again - lil zay osama lyrics

[intro]
uh*huh (d*mn, drako, you made this?)
uh*huh
glah, gang, gang
gang, gang (carter z, you going too crazy)

[chorus]
it’s gettin’ hot outside, foenem still got on them skis (what? what? what? what?)
it’s that time again, all the bops outside, the hood t’d (on foenem)
it’s that time to spin, all the opps outside, go get them v’s (b*tch, come here)
ayy, lil’ foenem on that car, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze (go, go, go, go)
we got sh*t that hold a hundred (a hundred)
all the kids inside my hood walk up on me, i get ’em hundreds
n*gga, everybody dumpin’ (go, go)
told foenem up in the county, “they stoled them watches, catch ’em, stomp ’em” (stomp his b*tch ass)
i need me some new opps, make chicago fun again, f*ck it (b*tch)

[verse]
took his sh*t, now buy it back, f*ck he thought he was? (thought he was)
still knee*deep up in the trenches, i ain’t know what hibachi was
don’t be loafin’ on the opps’ sh*t, f*ck it, k!ll him just because (just because)
i don’t gotta pay to get your touched, i paid ’em just because (i paid ’em just because)
that n*gga stole, chop his hands off (chop his hands off)
he flew out of town, he got locked up, ayy, knock his mans off (b*tch*ass)
he was yellin’, “cuff me,” i shouldn’t have trusted ’em, them n*ggas fanned out (broke ass)
big folks on the way, they just let lil’ duval and sam out, glah, glah (them members out)
we’ll get into it with the 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (on foenem)
i’ll shoot him in his face (come here)
we got glocks, built in switches, sticks and arps and dracs
we be ridin’ through the ‘raq, fin*fin in kia trucks and straights (skrrt)
we the ones got the helicopters in the air, we leavin’ ’em on the chase (on foenem)
f*ck it, n*gga, we ain’t duckin’ (duckin’)
all the hoods d*ck ride, them n*ggas’ll get it ’til is bustin’ (it’s bustin’)
ten milli’ on me, this kriss vec’ in this b*tch, i had to stuff it (come here)
real belt boys, them n*ggas ain’t never stood over nothin’, glah (stood over nothin’)
[chorus]
it’s gettin’ hot outside, foenem still got on them skis (what? what? what? what?)
it’s that time again, all the bops outside, the hood t’d (on foenem)
it’s that time to spin, all the opps outside, go get them v’s (b*tch, come here)
ayy, lil’ foenem on that car, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze (go, go, go, go)
we got sh*t that hold a hundred (a hundred)
all the kids inside my hood walk up on me, i get ’em hundreds
n*gga, everybody dumpin’ (go, go)
told foenem up in the county, “they stoled them watches, catch ’em, stomp ’em” (stomp his b*tch ass)
i need me some new opps, make chicago fun again, f*ck it (f*ck it, n*gga)

- lil zay osama lyrics

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