letra de oj simpson - osamason
[verse]
i just-i just touched down in the whip
(o) (o) ok simpson, b-tch i’m gon’ get off
big ass 5.56, tell a f-ck n-gga to go get lost
give no-give no f-cks b-tch i’m a dog
cop-copped three pints and drunk it all
told that b-tch to take it off
jug-jug a zip then face it all
white-white man in my pocket, all black fit but i’m not racist dawg
risks, you know i take it all
(aim) (aim) aim for his head then take it off
that boy think he balling til’ we come and f-cking take the ball
told him bring his info right now, we both gon’ get paid
(b-tch) (b-tch) b-tch, osama like jose
she think she sl!ck i’m like “no way”
run off on plug then move away
b-tch thick as f-ck i need that cake
real gas we smoke on wedding cake
my n-gga come crash yo’ wedding day
ran up like five bands in onе day
me and gang split two bands b-tch we paid
fin-finna go drop that on the k
and bro finna pick up all black drac’
and n-gga poppеd two perc’s but they fake
not regular hoodie b-tch it’s bape
bet the .30 gon’ go ape
last n-gga was the flash lil’ boy you bait
popped the bean now he finna go insane
b-tch, i’m osama hussein
told that b-tch that i was upset now she finna pull up give me brain
and-and my tires f-cking wet i’m hitting donuts in the rain
(who do i trust?)
i just pulled up in a jet, b-tch i am higher than a plane
and-and i’m flyer than a gang, might take a rap n-gga chain
we-we want that n-gga brain, we want that n-gga brains
n-gga ridin’ ’round getting finessed
and i tell the hoe pull up ’cause she got good neck
got a big ass glock, boy, that’s my check
you can wear that vest ’cause we aim for the neck
on valentine’s day i ain’t getting no s-x
got a little too busy running up that bread
can’t cuff no hoe ’cause a b-tch be fed
and the lil’ n-gga dead but he not my bred
i’ma take these pills but these not my meds
boy, i’on give a f-ck ’bout what you said
(bullets) (bullets) bullets rip through him like threads
when bro switched up had me upset
three triple o’, b-tch f-ck the rest
flag on the plane, man, where is the ref?
i-i ain’t even had to go catch my breath
you watch my video, i’m up next
f-ck-f-ck yo’ feat, b-tch i want check
had to tell the hoe “no b-tch i don’t wanna text”
[outro]
i don’t even wanna be on the phone either
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