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fmj - ‎osamason lyrics

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[verse 1: osamason & che]
two new bags, i got two new straps in it
new coupe, who that? you can shoot if you drag in it (what? yeah)
i was hittin’ this b*tch from the back and then she tapped, she finished
two cups, i pour it up like yeat, f*ck, i’m back up in it
these lil’ n*ggas, they*they broke as h*ll and smokin’ midgets (yeah)
b*tch, i’m like lil tay*tay, flexin’, i’m the youngest in it
money count up every day, finna change my name and digits (boop*boop*boop)
baguettes on all my chains, n*gga, i ain’t rockin’ tennis (phew)
you can keep the swag, i don’t want it no more
poured too much lean, i lagged (yeah), now i’m movin’ slow*mo’
and i just got the pack, now i’m servin’ dopе, ho
got it jumpin’ in the back (yeah), trap jump like a pogo
bullеts ain’t hittin’ nothin’ (yeah), need to go and get a check up (yeah)
5.56 gon’ bleed it, so (yeah), i’m waitin’ for a n*gga to step up
i just bought a big gun, touch lil o, lil’ b*tch, get wet up
i had this b*tch tucked in the club, keep it under pressure (no joke)
make it rain in your hood, lil’ b*tch, go get the umbrella
thought i told lil’ slime to tell you that i’m tryna come and nail ya
please back up, you not my fella, .223 shoot like light feather (yeah)
i don’t got the pack in the mail, yeah, sorry, i don’t know what to tell ya
yeah, ran off, come get me, this a standoff, shoot fifty (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
got fn, got ten milli’, all black draco, get stitchy
shoot your face off, it’s itchy, dior pants hold up sixty
i can’t land, g6 hit me, i’m the man, yeah, it’s in me
[verse 2: che]
two new bad b*tches, i got both of these hoes kissin’
two new bad b*tches, i got both of these hoes kissin’
two new bad b*tches, i got both of these hoes kissin’
two new bad b*tches, i got both of these hoes kissin’
ooh, new swag, two bags on some raf simons
i was with lil o, we got o’s, smokin’ buku b*tches (boop*boop)
rocked out the show, goin’ crazy, i’ma break the ceilin’
​psykotic, bass k!ller, psykotic, bass k!ller
new goyard bag, i’m him, new goyard bag, i’m him (yo)
i just beatin’ her back, i’m in it (yeah), i just beatin’ her back, i’m in it
monkey nuts up on his ass, i’m prayin’ to god but i’m sinnin’ (woah)
i’m prayin’ to god but i’m sinnin’ (bleh)
i’m prayin’ to god but i’m sinnin’
oh, what, i’m like marilyn manson (yeah)
i’m*i’m like marilyn manson (yah)
i’m sippin’ lean with medicine
ri— rick owens pants saggin’ (yo)
we cut off they heads, snap it (pew*pew)
we cut off they heads, snap it
yeah, i’m dancin’ with dirty diana (yeah)
i got gold standards (woah)
i got a lean bladder, brah, i got a lean bladder (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got a lean bladder, i got a lean bladder (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i feel like a king, ooh, yeah, i’m rocking the rick, ooh, yeah
i got all the breesh, slatt, yeah, these diamonds on me
[outro: che]
bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh

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