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letra de buss down - lil zay osama

[intro: lil zay osama]
earl on the beat
lil zay osama, on the swag, gang, gang, gang
dropped the pow, pop, pop, gang, gang, gang
ain’t rockin’ this babe, ho
this is dior, i ain’t rockin’ no bape (ain’t rockin’ no bape)
i gotta go far, i don’t care what you say (i don’t care what you say)
rockin’ the ap (no, no, no, no)

[chorus: lil zay osama]
ap, buss down
f-cked your b-tch, she a buss down
home run, touch down
money came in, call it clutch now
i got on off-white, i ain’t rockin’ no bape
i got her all night, i’m f-ckin’ her face
i ran up a milli’ and threw it in change
them n-ggas boolin’, it ain’t too much to say

[verse 1: lil zay osama]
i’m from the s where we gang bang
youngest trapper know it’s just to maintain
i got one in the hat so it’s bang, bang
every city i’m lettin’ my chain swing
i be crackin’, still f-ck with the visas
i be trappin’, still f-ck with the reefer
exotic, a dirty, no tool, boutta fire
you know all my prices is decent
i rap with the dirty, i call me a meeting
and i’m on my way to ibiza
check the bag, i’m a overachiever
i got bands on my stripes, like a zebra
with the business, i’m on top like i’m white
with the b-tches, i’m a thief in the night
my bro in the feds, i send him a kite
pay for him a lawyer, make sure he alright

[chorus: lil zay osama]
ap, buss down
f-cked your b-tch, she a buss down
home run, touch down
money came in, call it clutch now
i got on off-white, i ain’t rockin’ no bape
i got her all night and i’m f-ckin’ her face
i ran up a milli’ and threw it in change
them n-ggas boolin’, it ain’t too much to say

[verse 2: lil tjay]
every diamond is a vvs
lil bro finessin’ with tcf
thick white b-tch woulda came here
she f-ck on me and my mans
i spend the guap on dior shoes
my lil’ right b-tch, she with me, do mushrooms
when i spray the chopper i need much room
i’m big body, parking i need much room
i got some head from nene
i was there, f-ckin’ on cece
i got a call from tz
closed at the back door, 3-d
they gettin’ high off the white
but this ain’t no
and i just hope i don’t tweak, tweak
’cause this chopper fold your mans
so you better watch what you say
’cause these n-ggas with me don’t play
that’s my slatt, that’s my slime
he’s gon’ shoot at your face

[outro: lil zay osama]
whoa, whoa, whoa
oh, whoa, whoa
chop man, you know what i’m sayin’ man
young n-ggas, made it out the trenches, man
you know about it, man
ap, buss down, home run, touch down
gang, gang, gang

- lil zay osama

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