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letra de go - lil zay osama

[intro: lil zay osama]
(ayo, tusk, you goin’ crazy) gang
know how the f-ck we rockin’, man
whole lot of gang members in this b-tch, n-gga
on foenem, you know how we comin’, man
6300 gang, man, otf, all that
gang, gang, gang

[verse 1: lil zay osama]
we ain’t playin’, when we say it’s up, it’s that
all that mumblin’ and bumpin’ your gums, n-gga, say it with your chest
12 turned the lights on, turned them b-tches off soon as i scratched
now we headin’ to that same block where my dead opps got stretched, glah, glah
we ain’t from out west, but we breed n-ggas
come around me talkin’ ’bout sh-t you murdered, we don’t believe n-ggas
n-ggas think they savage off that perc’ and that lil’ weed, hm?
one of my homies crossеd me and caught that coffin, i don’t need n-ggas, gang
we the onеs that’s takin’ sh-t and make them buy it back
we the ones that lay they belt and let them claim they caught the hat
all the opps gon’ say they all crosswestern, but who started that?
seen the status, my opps said they gon’ k!ll me and i hearted that, glah, glah (gang, gang)
in the county, n-ggas tuck tails ’cause they can’t fight
one of my homies died, we ain’t wait for sh-t, we out there same night
how you back with him and you know he told? that sh-t ain’t right
don’t be behind computers actin’ gangster like you ain’t nice
dude died, buddy got left when those shoes died
n-gga, boom died, folks got hit up, why they act like tune died?
rumors spread, ain’t get sh-t took from me, who told that news fried?
one of my opps died off a fake perc’, yeah, that’s suicide
[chorus: lil zay osama]
yeah, n-gga, go, uh
n-gga, go, uh
all my shorties go, uh
n-gga, go, go, uh
n-gga, go, uh
n-gga, hmm, hmm
n-gga, go, uh
n-gga, go, glah, uh
get down, get down on the floor, uh
go, go, n-gga, get down on the floor
n-gga, go, go, go, go
all my shorties go, n-gga, uh
gang, gang

[verse 2: babydrill]
huh, my stripper b-tch had gave young bull the drop, we can’t wait to spin
lay up on that block from ten to two, bet we catch our man (gon’ get him)
n-ggas actin’ gangster, but they p-ssy, all them n-ggas ran (b-tch-ass)
when it was time for war, they got put up ’cause all my n-ggas sprayin’
b-tch, we got more sticks inside the whip than taliban
b-tch, we mob on blocks with more drums than a marchin’ band
mr.-hop-out with-that-flrr, d-mn, that b-tch done [?] again
biggest opp inside the city, k!ll your mans and pick up ten
sh-t, sh-t, i’m smokin’ [?] and movin’ with this extra mag (woo)
d-mn, you can’t, would’ve turned that p-ssy boy into a strand, we call him “dank”
time is for death, if he wouldn’t have ducked, he would’ve got in the face
i ain’t even got no opps, them n-ggas dead like juju or kkk
(nah, i ain’t givin’ no pass, nah)
when they free that b-tch who claimin’ that body, we gon’ k!ll his ass (k!ll his ass)
when they free that b-tch who claim he ’bout it, we gon’ spin his ass (spin his ass)
when they free that b-tch who caught that, shh, i’ma get his ass (d-mn)
[chorus: lil zay osama]
yeah, n-gga, go, uh
n-gga, go, uh
all my shorties go, uh
n-gga, go, go, uh
n-gga, go, uh
n-gga, hmm, hmm
n-gga, go, uh
n-gga, go, glah, uh
get down, get down on the floor, uh
go, go, n-gga, get down on the floor
n-gga, go, go, go, go
all my shorties go, n-gga, uh
gang, gang

- lil zay osama

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