ebk osama – aretha franklin ! lyrics
[intro]
this sound like that k!ll bill, like some chinese, j+panese type sh+t, n+gga
[verse]
my lil bro a stepper
all my hots’ll get it popping, jalapeño peppers
baby know i’m in it for the cheddar, need my lemon pepper
she think she finna get it cheap but i ain’t finna let her (nah)
this b+tch a strip tucker (she tucking strips)
[?] my money funny, i’m a chris tucker
a lip buster, they call me mr. broke b+tch ducker
i don’t love her, she talk to pimpin spicy then i’m gon’ punch her (finna punch the b+tch)
this sh+t be getting tricky
last timе she hid strips in her wig i punched hеr in her titty (like what the f+ck?)
give me, give me, ain’t no fifty+fifty, she know pimpin stingy (give it here, b+tch)
i need every penny, itty bitty, or i’m getting silly (i’m finna—)
i d+mn near broke her for a fifty, i’m not lil billy (i’m not lil dog)
you better watch out for that baby boy, that’s lil w+lly (that’s lil w+lly)
a baby a for any n+gga think he finna k!ll me
one, two, three, now it’s gone, i’m squeezing ’til it’s empty
lil baby know that i’m a k!ller, tell that n+gga tempt me (i’ll smoke him)
’cause i been checking n+ggas’ temperatures (you ain’t hot)
your n+gga all in that black and white, i seen his signature (i seen the paperwork)
this baby ar new, it’s kinda miniature (it’s kinda small, n+gga)
i’m tryna throw a house party like i’m [?] (like i’m [?])
aye, i feel like marques houston
brodie ain’t gon’ never score, they got demarcus shooting (what the f+ck?)
he got a wack jumper like he demarcus cousins (he can’t shoot)
for the 2 i’m tryna score like i’m jamarcus russell (200)
i know some oakland raiders (i know some oakland raiders)
he f+cking with the suckers now but we gon’ smoke him later (we gon’ smoke him)
terminator, move wrong, lil milly terminate him
all the flies been running from us, we exterminators (f+ck a flyboy, n+gga)
i feel like harry potter (i feel like—)
i catch a bug, i’m finna—i gotta carry swatter (i’m finna—)
n+gga, i’m finna drop the skeezy (drop the ski)
lil brodie f+cked up on a drill, i call him ronald weasley (brother f+cked up)
he double back and tried to slam, brother michael beasley (he tried to slam dunk)
he think he in the nba
it’s ebk, stay out the streets and get an mba (go score, n+gga)
we just bought forty guns with baby sba (with that ppp)
i love the ppp (i swear to god)
lil brother really stepping, he got happy feet (he really step through)
if i pass the—shh—to milly steppin he gon’ slap the meat
this ain’t the ham sandwich (this ain’t this big b+tch)
just caught a sucker at the store, i’m finna slap cannon (i’m finna slap)
only time the suckers slide is when they snapchatting (is when they on it)
every time a sucker die i’m getting asthmatic (i’m finna—)
all i smoke is dead n+ggas, i got bad habits
she gave the drops and still got shot, i hate a d+mn f+ggot (silly hoe)
you ain’t never pressed up on a sucker, you are not mannish (you are not hard)
but i just made a ten in new york city like eli manning (a quick ten, n+gga)
n+gga, that’s a secret language
this baby a’ll get to singing like aretha franklin
aye, n+gga, they said i speak a secret language
this baby a’ll get to singing like aretha franklin
[outro]
n+gga, aye
i’m a hotboii, n+gga, aye
and we talking spicy, n+gga, aye
n+gga, the f+ck? aye
on yerrything, n+gga
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