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baby o$ama - almighty jay lyrics

[part i]

[chorus]
i can show you how to— (stunner)
i can show you how to put—, brrt
my ho wearin’, she put this sh*t on
she a high*class, b*tch, she get what she want
huh, first class, b*tch, f*ck, hold on (stunner)
first class, [?] sit in the front
we go belt to ass, we ain’t givin’ sh*t up
(on the high*speed, on the high*speed, on the high*speed, on the high*speed)
on the high*speed, only time that we rush
lil’ twin pull up, f*ck, brrt

[verse]
freak b*tch pop out with a sl*t
took three xans, n*gga, what’s up?
i’ll boss a b*tch up for a—, hold on
bad b*tch, had to buy her a b*tt
we did this sh*t, they know what’s up
skip the talking, i’ll pay you to f*ck
on my nerves, had to tell the b*tch hold on
fell asleep, i done stood a b*tch up, huh
why the h*ll she tryna meet my momma, huh?
slim thick on her, baby, i’m f*ck
slim thick on her, baby [?]
two planes, i’m with baby osama
i can show you how to—, brrt
i can show you how to put—, f*ck
rick owens on my ho, she can get it
i’ma drink nine, feel like [?]
i’ma drink nine, feel like—, dri*drink nine*ni—, f*ck
n*gga, i’m not tryna kick it
pull my pants down, she keep grabbin’ my ricky
we gon’ spin that boy sh*t ’til we know that he dizzy
(two planes, i’m with baby osama)
[chorus]
i can show you how to—, f*ck
i can show you how to put—, brrt
my ho wearin’, she put this sh*t on
she a high*class, b*tch, she get what she want
huh, first class, b*tch, f*ck, hold on
first class, [?] sit in the front
we go belt to ass, we ain’t givin’ sh*t up
(on the high*speed, on the high*speed, on the high*speed, on the high*speed)
on the high*speed, only time that we rush
lil’ twin pull up, f*ck, brrt

[part ii]

[intro]
f*ck
f*ck
f*ck*f*ck
f*ck
f*ck
f*ck
f*ck*f*ck*f*ck*f*ck

[verse]
on the high*speed [?]
nose bleed, i been runnin’ up (yeah, no, f*ck, f*ck no, shawty, no)
ten bags, she ain’t gotta get one
type sh*t, she know i’m the one (one)
shot that boy, had to run it up (boy, had to run it up)
gave a belt to that boy like my son (insane)
double s, n*ggas tryna be us (be us, yeah)
give a f*ck ’bout these hoes, they get crushed (yeah, crushed, ah, f*ck*f*ck, crushed, huh*huh*huh)
took a fine b*tch up in that lenox (lenox)
i don’t care ’bout this sh*t, i spend it
i can never sell that b*tch now (no)
i feel like i changed for the better (yeah)
she gon’ try the gang, double letter (s)
vvs chains, i’m a stepper (brrt)
i been sippin’ drank, i can’t help it
bag full of money, you can smell it (mine)
shawty look like baby osama
she tryna [?] (f*ck)
[outro]
f*ck
f*ck
f*ck*f*ck
f*ck
f*ck
f*ck
f*ck*f*ck*f*ck*f*ck

- almighty jay lyrics

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