gg osama – gg osama dead b*tches lyrics
(intro) (your gonna get it) man down man down man down n+ggas know b+tches know all this babys all these b+tches glizzy gang b+tch rest up glizzy b+tch go go go go go go go go drill u k man biker boys biker boys (gang)
(verse 1 gg osama ) i can go like be uhuh no i can go like ej neko dumb ass got hit up but he got an instant replay took two shots on every block yeah i feel like cday why be drowning he got slowed out the worst way they say he drillin up from back they still ain’t slide yet c 3 got hit up and bended still ain’t dead yet all they ass hit up man what the f+ck these n+ggas need some bed rest givin out some sock just like the mill ain’t talking fed ex know got the ball can bout the socked like hard i keep a rocket can’t keep block boy out my pocket im just kiddin im feeling nauseous she eat the d+ck she go r+t+rded t me up they got me started not my block im fanna party told bro pass me the javis
(verse 2 rso amieer ) how she caught one to the face whos that thot no thanks to 8 got baby east still loan the gate swing that switch let n+ggas play f+ck n+gga dead he trinna fade call lil jit god d+mn let it spray 4 hundred shots 4 n+ggas layed we 50 block thanks kid the game turn me up no get me started 8 bbg that n+gga jarvis a tion dot keep tryina party but were i was this b+tch r+t+rded keep tryina fight he from the 5th they swinged a pipe they saw his left they see his right cause ritten ??????? so all that flaggin like he wit it they just keep on dissin bro they jit they die for dissin bibby n+ggas know who turnt n+gga pool that sh+t lit off finish sittin they smoke the block that kid b k still f+cking up my kidneys still f+cking up my kidneys
(verse 3 aintgoing4nunn) ain’t got hit up i might n+gga pick your sh+t up we be aiming for the chin up all these trafic in my d+ck suck like the fork that boy got lit up since that boy you better not slip up you got the 30 you all 50 in that b+tch that put your sh+t up its luh opp he from my wish you wanna f+ck girl stizzy tryina sit me catch your face shot cause im going for nizzy forin b+tch she got that corn bread she thick like talkin jiffy ima beat here frm the back and make here scream long live bibby pull up 4 4 ass give me we can go low for low spin it we go pole pole we got win it say block n matt them dead b+tches can’t spin for duces hand twisted and knocked him back ain’t talkin tenis and fresh up denis
(verse 3 ???????) no lyrics
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