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letra de ots freestyle - lil mosey

[intro: marcosongz]
ay man, in they chair for like, man friend up backed your sh-t
man you already know what it is man
gang gang gang gang gang gang, gang
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout
alright, alright, ay, ay, ay

[verse 1: marcosongz]
i’m on his face like some make-up (oh-oh)
i was broke, now i’m up, got my cake up (cake)
in the back of a benz gettin’ face up (benz)
this a live that i live, i can’t make up (no)
’cause my other b-tch callin’ me, i’on want no apologies (pah, pah, pah)
i’m sorry, b-tch we gon’ break up
n-ggas they dissin’ on me (woah), yeah they mad
i know a lot of n-ggas, they hate us
checks his ass down, then wit’ a laser (laser)
must be drunk if you think i’ma chase her (bl!ck)
clip full of that laid, i erase ’em (erase)
kidnap and put his head in the bas-m-nt (bas-m-nt)
keep g’s when we just like a mason (mason)
kept a hunnid’ wit’ them n-ggas, been franked (fah-fah)
i ain’t gotta run, no mo’ callin’ mosey, sauve
risk this, go they will chase ya (woah)
[verse 2: lil mosey]
yeah, stalkin’ it, i got a chopp’ (chopp’)
n-ggas, they hatin’, they talkin’ a lot (come on)
flyin’ around wit’ a stick in a box (boom-boom!)
23 b-tches and all of ’em thots (yeah)
i hit her up break her backend (b-tch)
needed it and full f-ck her back (yeah)
my n-gga locked up had a e-sport, but i paid his bill
you could see i got dumb bread (ooh)

[verse 3: ciscogocrazy]
i’m totin’ the yeet, you know it’s a glockie (bl!ck)
told her “come over and give me some sloppy” (yeah)
my spanish hoes, all call me “papi” (uh-huh)
stackin’ this bread, you know it’s a hobby (hobby)
broke that b-tch back, right in the lobby (i did)
my b-tch she bad, she look like a barbie (come on)
poured up some lean, look like a zombie
f-ck her and kick her, you know i’m not sorry (ooh)

[verse 4: sauve]
i’m in j-pan, sippin’ on sake (hah, hah)
she want the whole gang in a boukaki (b-tch)
before i make a n-gga dance, drop a wocky (uh, uh)
i keep a stick on me like i’m hucky (pah, bih)
put his car like a poker, feel like the joker, these n-ggas just a persona (uh)
get his ass, let his ass into coma (bih)
put a chopp’ they gon’ spray like corona (brrrrr, uh, uh, boom)
want the smoke like a stoner? it’s game over (woah, yeah)
turned his chest out to a donner (doot-doot-doot)
b-tch up on me, then choke her, like i’m homer (homer)
at the top of the hill like i’m johnner (johnner, bih)
copped me a benz, copped me a bentley (skrrt), but i just roll me a rover (uh, b-tch)
shoot ’em, i did, roller coaster (coaster, uh), you in a hole like a golfer (uh), b-tch
[verse 5: marcosongz]
ay (ay), i do the impossible like him
you can’t ask about me in the streets (uh, uh)
n-ggas hatin’ on me, but they wish they was like him (uh, uh)
chillin’, whip a four four, but he lean to the right
i’m a jiddy boy, them n-ggas like brim (brim, skrrt)
yeah, they know which one lost and it’s over (over)
but his four sounds to me like a clover (bih)
get in paris, they shake, i expose ’em (pah, pah)
at yo door you might think i’m jahover (boom!)
we don’t bake ’em, my n-gga i roast ’em (roast ’em)
hang his body up, think he a poster (poster)
these n-ggas straight cap, propose her (poser)
i keep that gun under my arm man (boom!)
we screepin’, i f-ck a hoster (hoster), there’s a case, a n-gga get closer
then it’s over

[verse 6: lil mosey]
i’m the most hated, this sh-t never stop (it don’t), yeah, i get the money a lot (come on)
cleanin’ ’em, be like a mop (mop), yeah, runnin’ yo crib, no knot (boom, boom!)
i’m in this b-tch rockin’ louis (louis)
rest in peace kari and gluey
i came from the top where this sh-t always gloomy (uh)
you the typa n-gga, gon’ sue me (ooh, b-tch)
look at my diamonds they cold (yeah)
it’s just me and my n-ggas and poles (poles)
you not blind no more, you toed (you toed)
that b-tch, she bad, a freak hoe (b-tch)
don’t got a worry, i’m rich (ooh)
but a n-gga still hit some l!cks (some l!cks)
whole lotta bands on my wrist (yeah)
and i’m ballin’ like the new york n-ggas (i am)
[verse 7: ciscogocrazy]
smoking on g, i packed in the wood (gang)
run up on me, gon’ lay you, you stood (brrrah)
you say i can’t, but i think i should (i should)
you say i won’t, but you know i would (i would)
b-tch you want a winner? come f-ck wit’ the team (uh-huh)
glock 26 and it came wit’ a beam (yeah)
from reachin’ the guts, to makin’ the cream (ooh)
all life a movie, it seem like a dream
got 20 hoes, they all left the coat (uh)
n-gga want static, it’s up his smoke (pah-pah)
i’m doing my duggy, she taking the d-ck (dun-dun)
midget got one up, toppin’ the stick (he do)
new foreign b-tch and you know she thick (ooh)
she ain’t suckin’ d-ck, then she get the kick (kick)
rollie on my wrist, you know that sh-t froze (pfft)
shooters on my team, they lookin’ like pros

[verse 8: sauve]
my phone on do not disturb (uh, uh, sauve)
but they be sendin’ k to the curt (ooh, brrrt, yeah)
me, my bro, why you finna suburb? (uh, yeah)
on that gucci, saved it for the birds (oh, bih)
ain’t got no time for a curb (gang, b-tch), she swallow my kids like it’s nurse (pah, pah)
new b-tch startin’ get on my nerves (woah, nerves), seen the link, pop the perc’, i’m a curt (curt, woah)
told them n-ggas “dance, you got surf” (surf, surf)
in the field, yeah, this my target (yeah)
lil’ n-gga, you not ’bout that burb (uh, burb)
this choppa gon’ eat like desert (bih)
hit the way, drop her, skrrt-skrrt (skrrt-skrrt, woah)
keep talkin’ ’bout this and the third (third-third)
keep diggin’ yo b-tch, she a flirt (doot-doot, flirt)
this full f-ck my brain, like a perc’ (uh, uh, perc’, uh)

- lil mosey

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