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letra de headshot 3 freestyle - oschino

[verse: oschino]
we got ‘em rocking and snapping nine millimeter i’m packing
i be balling down the lane these hater n-ggas be hacking
got the franklins got them grants i got them andrew jacksons
oschino got his groove back like angela bassett
i be capping and capping my philly fitted on backwards
and that porsche cayenne burn the rubber while passing
i be laughing and drinking these n-ggas hating and scheming
n-ggas drooling over the jewels, it look like they t–thing
got that louis vuitton, i got that gucci design
everything in that n-gga closet made in milan
black pelle pelle b-tter leather sh-tting on fine
young punk stay in line, i went to school wit’ ya’ mom
i love money, love tattoos, i love a v-g-n-
vasquez got bricks like the great wall of china
ever since a young minor, carry k’s like al-qaeda
spitting out fires like lighters, i’m hand-to-handing with pipers
did a murder i mighta eating chee-chee with the lifers
flow is so f-cking outrageous i will f-ck up the cypher
i’m with joey jihad, like michael jordan lebron
watching him, make me reminisce when i used to glide
now i’m old but i’m good and i look good to be old
n-ggas soft like reeboks, with bubblegum soles
i done f-cked with hoes, i done f-cked with dame
i done f-cked with ‘caine, i done f-cked with fame
you a f-cking lame, we ain’t the f-cking same
n-gga ya’ sprint bill due, ya’ better p-wn ya’ chain
turn him into wolverine, put some metal up in him
now he in the box, like a pair of jordan’s size 10
f-cking with them n-ggas that’s crazy insane loco
.44, got my arm shaking like a go-go
you don’t know o? then you don’t know sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga who you go and get
i got a clip, long enough to k!ll, you and you, him and them, all of y’all
aunt sally, uncle charles
i’ma ball like carmelo on the run-and-gun
just a n-gga balling, honey got my b-lls on her tongue
i keep a gun i keep a b-tch i keep a big bank
d-ck good, sh-t longer than a cheesesteak
i need cake, like my sugar level down
but i’m not a diabetic, i will set it on a clown
wit’ a pound or a ruger, something that go through ya’
not talking ‘bout a pencil when i use lead to school ya’

- oschino

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