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jah osama - x lyrics

[intro]
crashin’ for notti, n+gga
suck my d+ck
like, bbg, bbg (f+ck?)
like, ayo, cig (ah, ah)

[chorus]
bro, i done bent through that block, them n+ggas got me fessed
he move wrong, put the beam on his chest
n+gga, i’m tryna purge through the x
i’m smokin’ that boy who got shot in his neck
sixteen, fifteen shots to they head
like, and they still tryna smoke on my dead
bet, watch how i get off a peg
and he thought with his d+ck and got lined by the leg

[verse 1]
i started fl!ckin’ my sh+t
n+gga, no, you not tellin’ me sh+t
i done hopped in the v, tryna bend on a block
and then hopped out the v tryna get n+ggas cl!cked (word to bro)
ain’t no running rick
n+gga, i put the beam on the sitch
he better pledge when i back out this fifth
catch a makk on the nick, i’ma blow off his rib, like
like, get the f+ck out this v, you ain’t doin’ your job
if you not tryna bend, why you jackin’ my block?
sixteen, that sh+t come with a lot
it’s a whole lot of n+ggas playin’ with my bop
like i’m ’bout to fl!ck, my mans tellin’ me, “stop
like, n+gga, do you see these cops?”
like, don’t give a f+ck, i’m still gon’ throw some shots
put the beam on his back, tryna see if he drop
i started fl!ckin’ this g for a purpose
we ain’t have respect, my n+ggas had to earn it
they better watch what they say in they raps
if i hear notti name, guarantee n+ggas purgin’
on that block, my n+ggas lurkin’
who the f+ck in that v, why the f+ck n+ggas turnin’?
i got the lo’, n+ggas closin’ they curtains
lil’ bro threw a shot ’cause he was feeling nervous
he was ballin’, got shot in his neck
n+gga, ogz what? put the beam on his chest
like, i’m tryna put in some wreck
if i don’t got a v, i’m troopin’ through they ‘jects
[bridge]
like, like, like, if i don’t got a v, i’m troopin’ through they—, like
like, word to bro, like, like, hold on

[verse 2]
creepin’, grinchin’, i’m on that block
i threw up the six, but they know i’m the floss
headshot, head pop, gon’ send him to the—
headshot, head pop, gon’ send him to the doc’
he gon’ get shot tryna play with my bop
said he smokin’ on notti, n+gga better not
like, bet he gon’ hear him some shots
on that block with the apes and the rakes and the ‘woks
if you jackin’ them n+ggas that’s smokin’ my mans, then you catchin’ a shot
like, so don’t chill on that block
word to my dead, n+ggas got me on hots
i know a fiend that got shot in the leg
but he dissed on my mans and took sh+t on a hop
said he smokin’ on bro, no, he not
none of these n+ggas took trips to my block
like, hold on, we stay in the bronx
it ain’t sh+t to go take me a trip
bend through they strip, tryna fl!ck out the lyft
and i’m smokin’ that boy who got lined by the—
she threw it back ’cause she heard i was six
and if she try to line me, she goin’ with ‘rip
how many dead n+ggas got on the list?
tell them n+ggas get back and stop suckin’ my d+ck
ah, ah, like
[chorus]
bro, i done bent through that block, them n+ggas got me fessed
he move wrong, put the beam on his chest
n+gga, i’m tryna purge through the x
i’m smokin’ that boy who got shot in his neck
sixteen, fifteen shots to they head
like, and they still tryna smoke on my dead
bet, watch how i get off a peg
and he thought with his d+ck and got lined by the leg

[outro]
what the f+ck? like (suck my d+ck)
ah, ah (ah, ah)
it’s that f+ckin’ jah osama n+gga
bbg, bbg

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