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hit the scene 2 - white $osa lyrics

yea
woah gang
aye, aye
aye, aye
woah gang

reminiscing bout them days
i was mobbin place to place
now i’m in the wraith
f*ck around and do the race
go pick up some guala
then go slide down on your bae
i ain’t talking bout some makeup
but i put product on her face

oh, haters they be plotting
so i’m strapped up like a dike
upset cause i’m popping
knowin i can take they wife
ain’t talkin bout me bowling
i might strike your hoe tonight
but baby this d*ck bougie
so you gotta pay the price

i stepped in the game
and they missing this many
chasin that cheddar
i’m coming like benny
money so long like a ladder extended
might cop me a mansion
i ain’t doin’ no renting
whole lotta hate cause
i came up
always showing fake love
cause i’m famous
broke b*tch be quiet
get ya cake up
i flex real
cause my weight up

i bully bro boy like i’m debo
been gettin cheddar
i ain’t talking about cheetos
cop some new ice like i skii hoe
your chain is fake
boy it don’t even glow
and you b*tch she a freak hoe
sucking my d*ck
cumming just like mosquito
shot off just like a torpedo
now i got money
i won’t go back to zero

b*tches be j*p j*p
broke boy be rap cap
say my chain get sn*tched
b*tch boy you clap clap
they stalking my page now
they riding my wave now
i see through the fake now
my pay on the raise now
i can’t stand you lil b*tches
ya’ll b*tches be going cause i got a name
i will not fall for the dusty sh*t
been gane my wave before all of the fame
now i just f*ck on these b*tches
and they get in they pocket to k!ll all my pain
only break bread with my brothers
make sure they all fed
that’s the rule of the game

i hit the scene with them gucci’s on my feet
your b*tch she on her knees
while she eating on my skeet
stay winning with my team
just like augurn 93
we got lots of green
just like leaves up on a tree

no rubber but now i got bands
my ice keep me cool like a fan
f*ck a gogo, then they fan turn
she hypnotized all in a trance
blew up in the city
since then i been golden
won’t never be too fake
can’t pull a mcfolly
like rain coming down
i put drip on my clothing
now i’m living the life
that’s the sweet zack and cody
reminiscing bout them days
i was mobbin place to place
now i’m in the wraith
f*ck around and do the race
go pick up some guala
then go slide down on your bae
i ain’t talking bout some make*up
but i put product on her face

oh, haters they be plotting
so i’m strapped up like a dike
upset cause i’m popping
knowin i can take they wife
ain’t talkin bout me bowling
i might strike your hoe tonight
but baby this d*ck bougie
so you gotta pay the price

- white osa lyrics

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