letra de team cypher slatt - osamason
[intro: osamason]
hold on, what’s up (what), what’s up (what)
ok, yeah, yeah (yeah)
hold up (bih)
i get, yeah, yeah (let’s go)
[verse 1: osamason]
i got rich off the pack, yeah (go)
rick owen jeans with the wax off, yeah
five-five-six make your ass tough, yeah (boop-boop-boop)
baddie wanna get passed, oh yeah (b-tch)
who wanna f-ck gon’ say somethin’, ooh (yeah)
i was with [?] tryna slay somethin’ (boop-boop-boop)
oh, you finna drop a bag at neiman’s, oh yeah (bih)
i made h-lla racks but i ain’t done yet
yeah, told the b-tch finna fly like a jet (skrrt-skrrt)
uno, dos, pfft, tres
lines in my f-ckin’ cup (mud)
praise to the lord ‘cause i know i’m blessed
[verse 2: 1oneam]
this li’ hoe want cry and sеx
woke up, b-tch like d-mn (haha)
w-woke up, blеw that check (uh-huh)
bih’ wanna grab on my neck
w-woke up and i was feeling so good (haha)
woke up, d-mn i’m feeling blessed (what)
hi-hit a d-mn stain, we gon’ hop out the whip
black, white diamonds, my sh-t playing chess
hop out the crib, my sh-t on froze
wipe a n-gga nose, wipe a n-gga’s nose (yeah)
woke up bored, finna buy clothes (sure)
she throwing ass, b-tch on the floor
i’m getting money, these n-ggas do chores (chores)
shooting on me, do ’em the lord
she sucking the d-ck, i’m praising the lord (yeah)
i’m with lil’ gang, finna f-ck up the store (let’s go)
[verse 3: okaymar]
yeah, yeah
all my k!lls finna king up the dork
ugly ass b-tch geeked up like a dork (yeah)
f-ck twelve, b-tch, i ain’t going to court (court)
i’m tryna f-ck, so keep this sh-t short (short)
yeah, gun hanging out my shorts
green beam on my head, b-tch
i’ll show your b-tch some different sh-t (beep, beep, beep)
i heard someone tryna flex, b-tch
i don’t even want no s-x, b-tch
i just want your neck, b-tch
feelin’ me, speak my language
i can’t speak my language
i see twelve, gotta lane switch
these boys be on that lame sh-t (yeah)
that be the boy i hang with
[verse 4: ohsxnta]
these broke boys still on the same sh-t
that boy still with the same b-tch (b-tch)
that n-gga lame, shawty (these n-ggas be lame)
he tryna be like gang, shawty (yeah, yeah)
this kel-tec got too many bodies (what)
and my racks too big, can’t fit in the wallet (what)
i was just f-ckin’ this bad b-tch, where can i find you?
she was sucking me up, she did it, that’s on god, b
yeah, hit sh-t with my flex (flex), hit sh-t with my fle- (flex)
hermès, so i had drugs and (?)
it’s hermès, so i said f-ck that text
model hoes tryna have some s-x (beep, beep, beep)
i like percs and s-x, bih
cuban on my neck (yeah)
i f-ck up a check (beep)
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