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‎osamason & backend - poker lyrics

[part i]

[intro: dj rennessy]
dj rennessy, it’s money making music
turn me the f+ck up

[verse 1: osamason]
yeah, yeah, i’m up in that rink, i swear that i’m on froze
yeah, i done poured up, i swear i’m so cold
walk up in the spot and everybody know
everybody know
[verse 2: backend]
i’m a savage on the loose, f+ck you worried ’bout what i’ll do?
think i’ll [?] you
peek+a+boo, who is you?
pull up, real lamb chop, and that b+tch she screamin’
these n+ggas like, “d+mn, who outside?”
in that b+tch, start doin’ donuts, i’m like, “d+mn, baby, slide”
poured a deuce up in this cup and i keep sippin’, gettin’ high
scored a pt of that tris’ and that b+tch got me so d+mn high
she like, “baby, you so fly,” i keep itchin’, i’m like, “why?”
lean got me leanin’, that sh+t got me feelin’ like i’m god
i keep slurrin’ all my words, she like, “baby, tell me why?”
baby, why you wanna slide? all them n+ggas gotta die
slidin’ through and i’m like, “hah”
couple suckers left in your life, n+gga, go and say, “goodbye”
[?] real n+gga, you can see it in my eyes
i ain’t never gon’ die, n+gga, who is gon’ slide?
i’m tryna leave a four just for my mama, she can keep the prize
god, tell me why
god, tell me why

[bridge: dj rennessy]
the largest division in the game, one chance
ain’t no competition in our lane

[pre+chorus: osamason]
playin’ poker with my tens, b
popped a 15 and it just hit
b+tch, don’t bring your broke+ass in this whip
hold up, you popped a fake perc’, we got real sh+t
yeah, madbudz is what i’m smokin’ ’til i can’t see
yeah, i’m up in the car with a trill b+tch, let’s go
[chorus: osamason]
rick owen when it’s cold
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
rick owen when it’s cold
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah

[part ii]

[intro]
chapter 34, show and tell
the invite to see the new security detail for the prime minister was somewhat of a—

[chorus]
rick owen when it’s cold
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
[verse 1: osamason]
yeah, yeah, i’m up in that rink, i swear that i’m on froze
yeah, i done poured up, i swear i’m so cold
walk up in the spot and everybody know
everybody know

[verse 2: backend]
i’m a savage on the loose, f+ck you worried ’bout what i’ll do?
think i’ll [?] you
peek+a+boo, who is you?
pull up, real lamb chop, and that b+tch she screamin’
these n+ggas like, “d+mn, who outside?”
in that b+tch, start doin’ donuts, i’m like, “d+mn, baby, slide”
poured a deuce up in this cup and i keep sippin’, gettin’ high
scored a pt of that tris’ and that b+tch got me so d+mn high
she like, “baby, you so fly,” i keep itchin’, i’m like, “why?”
lean got me leanin’, that sh+t got me feelin’ like i’m god
i keep slurrin’ all my words, she like, “baby, tell me why?”
baby, why you wanna slide? all them n+ggas gotta die
slidin’ through and i’m like, “hah”
couple suckers left in your life, n+gga, go and say, “goodbye”
[?] real n+gga, you can see it in my eyes
i ain’t never gon’ die, n+gga, who is gon’ slide?
i’m tryna leave a four just for my mama, she can keep the prize
god, tell me why
god, tell me why

[chorus: osamason]
rick owen when it’s cold
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
rick owen when it’s cold
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah
stick in a tank, we finna get it, go, yeah

[outro]
just because you got a car and your apartment
that doesn’t give you the right to belittle somebody
or throw shade on a person
that’s a fact
you know what i’m sayin’?
like, okay, it’s cool, you got yo’ crib, you got yo’ ap’
that fine and dandy, my n+gga, like, like—

[part iii]

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