osama - otm lyrics
[intro: blue pesos]
sh*t
[verse: blue pesos]
this a .9, ten shots’ll do the job
he clocked out and never made it back from lunch
p an allstar, all these n*ggas ride the bench
chip skylark him, look wrong, please flinch, uh
it’s that time, finna pop out with a new kit
blue tips comin’ out the fin for any loose lips
always nervous, sh*t, even when i’m krozen
hearin’ voices in the booth, evil thoughts, i’m finna lose it (sh*t, for real)
mei ling, i want a threesome, call susie
bet on my line, pull up to the sleepover, we got uchies
that lil’ shakin’ ass sh*t don’t amuse me
i’m important, young n*ggas come and drill for mе, k!ll for me
[chorus: blue pesos]
they gon’ spin the block again, thеy don’t need to do no pill poppin’
i’ll pull up in his trenches, b*tch, i’m trippin’ with the real goblins
lil’ kids poppin’ out the cut holdin’ ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, osama bin laden, sh*t
they gon’ spin the block again, they don’t need to do no pill poppin’
for real
lil’ kids poppin’ out the cut holdin’ ten choppers (alright)
[verse 2]
a lean junkie, i’ve been poured off juice
a wockstar, i just poured my deuce
stick pokin’, loose leafs for the opps, we hoop
i’m xd, if you not, you blew
a loose screw, but i been did that
brought two glocks so we been spinned back
this real life on the east, no cap
this real life on the east, no cap
[verse 3]
this chopper hit him from a distance, .223s
i ain’t even wanna f*ck the b*tch, told her get her on her knees
if you want a verse from the kid, gotta pay me a fee
i’m tapped in from la all the way to the d
n*ggas just some bullsh*t and copped two to the chin
n*ggas real glock models, that’s not how they live
i’m for my chip, i be thirsty tryna hit the field
freaky b*tch, all she good for is takin’ d*ck
[chorus: blue pesos]
they gon’ spin the block again, they don’t need to do no pill poppin’
i’ll pull up in his trenches, b*tch, i’m trippin’ with the real goblins
lil’ kids poppin’ out the cut holdin’ ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, osama bin laden, sh*t
they gon’ spin the block again, they don’t need to do no pill poppin’
for real
lil’ kids poppin’ out the cut holdin’ ten choppers
[verse 4: duffy]
sh*t, i’m in the cut with ten chops
dough knockin’, pill poppin’, juice spillin’, we got mops
is you really gettin’ money? we know n*ggas cap a lot
lil’ kids outside with four*fives on the block
we told you n*ggas watch, off the mussle for the win
a cold devil on my shoulder, god forgive me for my sins
i’m in the field boppin’, told the b*tch, “i need my ends”
n*gga, who want problems? we got glocks and f&ns
he ain’t blendin’ in, n*ggas give me hater vibes
if it’s one thing for sure, i be on go and i’ll slide
spend the night with mei ling, yeah, we do this all the time
blow a n*gga down like bin laden if he tryin’, uh
[chorus: blue pesos]
they gon’ spin the block again, they don’t need to do no pill poppin’
i’ll pull up in his trenches, b*tch, i’m trippin’ with the real goblins
lil’ kids poppin’ out the cut holdin’ ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, osama bin laden, sh*t
they gon’ spin the block again, they don’t need to do no pill poppin’
for real
lil’ kids poppin’ out the cut holdin’ ten choppers
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