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letra de tsa - ‎osamason

[intro: thr33]
hide it better with the dark, hide it better with the light
i ain’t runnin’ from a n-gga, b-tch, you know i’m gon’ fight
baby got good coochie, man, that motherf-cker tight
lil’ b-tch freaky as f-ck, i ain’t know she gon’ bite
i could see a opp, he tryna run out my sights
and she give me that suck-suck, give me that top
had to come through the hall, clean up like a mop
me and osama, n-gga, we ain’t never gon’ flop
if you tryna run up ‘fore a n-gga get popped
if you tryna run up ‘fore a n-gga get blast
freak b-tch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
shoutout my n-gga [?], that’s my blatt
and my pipe get big, man, that sh-t fat
and i keep goin’ back, she got good cat
and he tryna run off, like don’t do that
(blatt, slatt)

[chorus: osamason]
on that speedway, do the whole dash and i’m noddin’ off
in a speedrace, thinkin’ [?] not at all
get shots to the face, you can’t survive sh-t comin’ out this ‘k
it’s a different day, but i still wake up to go get paid

[verse 1: osamason]
put that sh-t on, yuh
come ’round, you get sh-t on, yuh
she like my fit, yuh
think this ho want d-ck, yuh
i think i’m sick, yuh
got a cough, watch me drink two pints
don’t shoot no sig, yuh
big glock on me, boy, just check my pipe
up all night, yuh
geeked on that flight, yuh
can’t save no life, no
superhero, i can fight, yuh
in a two-door, right? nah
i don’t slide on no bike, hah
might catch that flight
and i’m with tsa for the fight
[verse 2: thr33]
big booty b-tch in la, sh-t, i might just take that flight
i told you don’t f-ck with that thot, n-gga, you know i was right
f-ck that sh-t, got that drac’, finna bust that sh-t
finna bust that sh-t, i’ma clutch my sh-t
you ain’t got no bread, n-gga, how that work?
fat big booty b-tch finna go ‘head and twerk
me and osama hit a l!ck on a white bus
n-gga said “i’ma slide”, n-gga, i’m on your street
talk crazy ’til a fake n-gga finna get beat
knock his ass right out, n-gga fell like a noodle
n-gga, i’m a real pitbull, these n-ggas poodles
rob you for yo’ sh-t, n-gga finna say “toodles”
[?] two times, n-gga fly like kite
i was stealin’ from the corner store, was ridin’ on a bike
hide it better with the dark, hide it better with the light
i ain’t runnin’ from a n-gga, b-tch, you know i’m gon’ fight
baby got good coochie, man, that motherf-cker tight
lil’ b-tch freaky as f-ck, i ain’t know she gon’ bite
i could see a opp, he tryna run out my sights
and she give me that suck-suck, give me that top
had to come through the hall, clean up like a mop
me and osama, n-gga, we ain’t never gon’ flop
if you tryna run up ‘fore a n-gga get popped
if you tryna run up ‘fore a n-gga get blast
freak b-tch suck me up, finna nut on her chest
shoutout my n-gga [?], that’s my blatt
and my pipe get big, man, that sh-t fat
and i keep goin’ back, she got good cat
and he tryna run off, like don’t do that
(blatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

- osamason

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