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fredo chamberlain - fredo osama lyrics

you the type to quit, h*ll, nawl i can’t back down
cookie to the lung, stf make em tap out
they tried to leave me dead, h*ll, yeah b*tch
i’m back now
type to blow her back out and dunk sh*t like
stackhouse
talkin’ money sh*t, you would split it like
a heist
and talkin’ bag work, i’ma go and get it twice
them boys come around, you get to rattin’ like a mice
bro gon’ do the plug work if it ain’t a plug in sight
i don’t need a plug, cause i’m gon be the socket
talkin’ dog sh*t, but it can’t fit in pockets
got spent like a blender, cause she ain’t
with the topping
you 6’5, b*tch, go play for thе rockets
i’ma ball now, give a f*ck bout a reach
you don’t gotta rеach, i just up it and teach
you don’t even own it, you upping a lease
be speakin’ the word like i’m tryin’ to preach
i just punched at a store so i’m maxin’
get sent in the air, so i know you ain’t maxin’
like i got a punch, bro, you know that i’m packin’
don’t worry what i’m doin’, b*tch
you know that i’m trappin’
pull up, shoot sh*t with a ball
you better pass the rock, no, you can’t make it all
b*tch on my d*ck, i get call after call she ain’t gon’ be wall, but i’ll still make
her fall
shirt came from j*pan, how the tag different
wilt chaim in the stick it’ll blam different
bro don’t care about the bread, he”ll ham, b*tches
and if he got that pipe on him he”ll blam b*tches
mvp sh*t, nah, can’t get in with me i remember all those days, they was spinnin’
me
now, i came up quick, yes, it’s really me
i’m throwin’ dubs right up in they face, man, literally
my game speaks for itself, yes, it really do
said that you ballin’ with no points, do you really shoot?
boy, he a fake hustler, that ain’t really you
i see a lob open set a pick then we pickin’ you
been on my own wave, i don’t need a route
bro gon go and shoot sh*t, he don’t need a scout
gotta go and get it all night, what’s the sleep about?
two bands in one day, sh*t, what i dreamed about
i’ma come through, chris paul, i’ma cheat code
hit the store quick, straight punch, i got three phones
made three in one night, it’s time to turn my sleep on
post up like tim duncan i got heat on
shirt came from j*pan, how the tag different
wilt chaim in the stick, it”ll blam different
bro don’t need bread for him to ham, b*tches
and if he got that pipe on him, he”ll blam, b*tches
mvp sh*t, nah, can’t get it with me
i remember all them days they was spinnin’ me
they can’t believe how i came, yes, it’s really me
i’m throwin’ dubs right up in they face, man, literally

- fredo osama lyrics

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