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shirt off - ‎osamason lyrics

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[intro]
hahahahaha

[verse 1: osamason]
i take my shirt off, yeah, i take my shirt off
beamer truck gon’ skrrt off
yeah, told the hoes have a squirt off, let’s go
yeah i’m wylin’, let’s go
and i’m still ridin’ ’round with poles
and i put diamonds on my nose, just to remind you that i’m froze
and i got rick owens, head to toe
these my fans, i’m up lil’ bro
i got tats all on my hoes
and i match with all my hoes
yeah, oh*yeah, oh*yeah, oh*yeah, oh*yeah
oh*yeah, oh*yeah, oh*yeah, oh*yeah
all you gotta do is trust me
keep that stick just in case it get ugly
all my hoes love me, they l*sting
this ‘rp*15 straight bussing
swerving so much, yeah, my bad
i gotta make sure they not coming
my team body hunting
yo team not on nothing
my chain, f*ckin’ bussing
yo chain, f*ckin’ nothing
huh, yeah, okay
walked in looking like four d*mn planes
pockets fat as h*ll, ate four d*mn plates
i’m in bk with slimesobased
i had chanel on my outfit, ayy
dropped three more, bet it make my day
[verse 2: xaviersobased]
b*tch, get a n*gga whacked (woah)
if his ass tripping, then i lay his ass flat (woah)
we the n*ggas putting the block on the map (woah)
if a n*gga trippin’, then n*gga, i’ma leave ’em (woah, woah, woah)
feel like blueface, n*gga, i’ma bleed ’em
n*gga, i’m with back and we movin’ illegal
if yo ass trippin’, then i’ll do you lethal
get me away from all of these people (1c)
f*ckin’ this b*tch, she got the cake
i’m fryin’ that n*gga, send shots at his face (1c)
i’m goin’ down on my tour rockin’ bape
new tape, basedslime, yeah, that sh*t on the way (1c)
put it away, put the racks in the safe
she on my d*ck cause a n*gga get cake (woah, woah, woah)
put a n*gga down if his ass in the way (woah)
all my n*ggas go crazy in they own way
i pull it out and i cum on her face (sure)
when i f*cked on that b*tch, i make sure that she came (sure)
smoke h*lla blunts ’cause a n*gga not sane
pull out the .30, i’m makin’ it clap
pull out the .30, i’m makin’ it twerk
no a$ap ferg, n*gga, i’m puttin’ in work
no a$ap ferg, i’m still purgin’ wock’
b*tch, i’m coochied down, smoke a blunt [on one?]
if i’m with lil o, lil’ n*ggas getting slimed (1c)
she [?] sh*t she gon’ hop in the ride (1c)
young n*gga sh*t, do a drill in the sky
if yo ass trippin’, red dot on your guys (1c)
h*ll yeah, i’m with ls, we serving them packs (servin’ the packs)
we send them packs from the east to the west
we send them packs from the west to the east
i don’t talk to the b*tch, yeah, the b*tch tryn’ eat (go, go, go)

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