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letra de trim - lil zay osama

[intro: lil zay osama]
(d-mn, draco, you made this?)
uh (glah, glah), gang (gang)
gang (on fonem, you hear me?)
glah (glah), glah (glah), glah (glah)
on fonem (on fonem)
gang (gang), gang (gang, uh)

[chorus: lil zay osama]
b-tch, i’m him, i ain’t them
fresh as f-ck, i pop out trim (phew, pop out)
i just bought my hood b-tch a skully (murder, murder, b-tch)
my b-tch look like she got ass shots, she like, “nah, bae, that’s for gym”
beige amiri jeans, folks say i rock the white one, know i’ma take a chim (no, i’ma take a chim, ayy)
yeah, slidin’ down cali in them straights, how the f-ck i scr-pe the rim?
opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (come here)
yeah, i know shot me, i bet y’all i won’t see his face again (b-tch ass n-gga)
i’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know i’ma change the vin (skrrt)
[verse 1: lil zay osama]
boss sh-t, i won’t stick my d-ck in if i smell her (stank b-tch)
me and foenem high speeds every time, we f-ckin’ twelve up (f-ckin’ twelve up)
lil’ bro ‘n ’em just died, you worried ’bout hoes, i’m tryna nail some’ (come here)
n-ggas a do that crime and start cryin’, they ’bout to tell some’ (b-tch ass n-gga)
spent two buildings on my pendant, that don’t include the cuban (gang, gang)
room full of b-tches, i f-cked ’em all, know wonder i’m pullin’ (on god)
n-gga, like you start acting boofin’ (goofy ass n-gga), head over hills for that lil’ poochie
all these b-tches f-ckin’, if you cuff neal, then n-gga, you stupid (gang, don’t do it)

[chorus: lil zay osama]
b-tch, i’m him, i ain’t them
fresh as f-ck, i pop out trim
i just bought my hood b-tch a skully (phew)
my b-tch look like she got ass shots (come on here), she like, “nah, bae, that’s for gym” (gang)
beige amiri jeans, folks say i rock the white one, know i’ma take a chim (uh-huh, on fonem grave)
yeah, flyin’ down cali in them straights, how the f-ck i scr-pe the rim? (skrrt)
opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (come here)
yeah, i know shot me, i bet y’all i won’t see his face again (won’t see it again, gang, gang)
i’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know i’ma change the vin

[verse 2: pgf nuk]
b-b-b-tch, i’m him, so many hoes feel like a pimp
we doin’ murders, no attempts (no attempts)
we catch the opps, we k!llin’ ’em (we k!llin’ em)
b-tch, i’m shinin’ like my wrist (uh), you reach for mines, boy, that’s a risk
i’m the pole and you the fish, you reel ’em in, then get ’em dished (yeah)
yeah, spin, do that sh-t again, i feel him moving his top
like bartends, we givin’ out them shots
s-s-shooting opps, close it with fns
t-t-thirty’s and them chops, we like black ops
shootin’ sh-t like call of duty, ballin’ like it’s black top
w-w-who is them? she don’t know (huh)
b-tch, i’m him, i-i-i got (huh) forgis on my rims (yeah)
she got a ass like she k!llin’ (uh-huh)
she bend it over ’cause i’m him (she bend it over, she bend it over)
she gon’ do it ’cause i’m ned, i got nine while you got nexts (while you got nexts)
[chorus: lil zay osama]
b-tch, i’m him, i ain’t them
fresh as f-ck, i pop out trim
i just bought my hood b-tch a skully (phew)
my b-tch look like she got ass shots (come on here), she like, “nah, bae, that’s for gym” (gang, gang, glah, glah)
beige amiri jeans, folks say i rock the white one, know i’ma take a chim (on fonem grave)
yeah, slidin’ down cali in them straights, how the f-ck i scr-pe the rim? (skrrt)
opps better not be outside, tryna run, lil’ fonem chasin’ him (come here)
yeah, i know shot me, i bet y’all i won’t see his face again (gang, gang, gang)
i’ma go buy a hot car, treat it like my car, know i’ma change the vin (huh)

- lil zay osama

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