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pick up - ‎osamason lyrics

[chorus: osamason]
new g200 (skrrr), go*got brand new money (bee, bee, bee, bee)
balenciagas got muddy
ba*bands just dropped, lo*lovely
i know foreign b*tch wan’ f*ck me
i know fan hoes wan’ hug me
ion’ know why they still judge me
for the failures calling me ugly
i still got love for my brudda
ion’ know if my slime trust me, but i’ll still slide for my blood, uh
i’m still*i’m still pourin’ up mud, yuh
doub*double cup leaked, sh*t f*cked
messed my mind up off them drugs
now all i think is the wrong stuff
this hoe a bone picker
i*i can’t leave home with her
slatt, come on, pick up, i’m tryna make sure you good

[post*chorus: osamason]
i drop off packs in the hood
i make sure everything good
two*hundred flood(?), i make sure everything flood(?)

[verse: ohsxnta]
i make sure everything flood(?)
i’m on ’em percs, can’t pick up
my twin on oxycodone, got ashes all in my lungs
if you want smoke, then push up
pu*putting in that work, no push*up
i*i’m sipping on drank for my hiccups
n*gga, put your hands up, it’s a stick up (huh)
wanna run up? try yo’ luck (yuh)
ion’ want no percs’, i’m stuck (yuh)
n*gga, stop that sh*t (go), you suck (huh)
n*gga, stop that sh*t (go), you bluff (huh)
n*gga, stop that sh*t, i’m in that five star whip, they be like “what is this?”
this a bentley, b*tch, n*gga, my partner died, i ain’t friendly, b*tch (yu*yuh, yuh)
n*gga, i’m by myself, i can’t trust no b*tch (yu*yuh, yuh)
flexing that lil’ ass hoe, but i f*cked that b*tch
suicide doors up on the whip, i’ll get you gone real quick
n*gga said that that’s his b*tch, but she just sucked my d*ck
[chorus: osamason]
new g200 (skrrr), go*got brand new money (bee, bee, bee, bee)
balenciagas got muddy
ba*bands just dropped, lo*lovely
i know foreign b*tch wan’ f*ck me
i know fan hoes wan’ hug me
ion’ know why they still judge me
for the failures calling me ugly (yuh)
i still got love for my brudda
ion’ know if my slime trust me, but i’ll still slide for my blood, uh
i’m still*i’m still pourin’ up mud, yuh
doub*double cup leaked, sh*t f*cked
messed my mind up off them drugs
now all i think is the wrong stuff
this hoe a bone picker
i*i can’t leave home with her
slatt, come on, pick up, i’m tryna make sure you good

- osamason lyrics

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