osamason - lil o lyrics
[chorus]
bee (bee) bee (bee) bee (bee)
mix the eight up with the… (bee, bee, bee, bee)
huh, drank (mud)
“how the f+ck you get them racks?”
lil’ n+gga, think (bee, bee, bee, bee)
b+tch, i spilled the 6 up in the back and i’on even drank (skrrrr)
you push up, yo’ whole team gon’ get wacked, osama, mane (yo’ team gon’ get wacked)
feel like gucci mane… (what?)
but not in 06 (not in 06)
i pull up in some sh+t and they like, “ohhhh sh+t” (ohhhh)
draco f+ck ‘em up, leave ‘em in the ocean (woah)
two guns, throw it up
x got me geeked as f+ck (x)
i was scheming on the floor, n+gga, come and jugg yo’ plug (jugg)
diamonds on a n+gga neck, fdrrr
okay… (bee)
flood (bee)
finna hit new york for s+x ‘cause this b+tch just wanna hug (let’s gooo)
i’m at 2nd street, coppin’ sh+t that’s tough as f+ck (bee, bee)
push up on the street, you gon’ get sеnt above
smokin’ kale tree, b+tch, i’m robbin’ with my plug
bih’ just poured a 4 but i said, “that’s not еnough”
[verse]
huh, huh, yuh, why the f+ck they blowin’ my sh+t up?
we was in a v8, almost flipped that f+ckin’ truck (skrrr+skrrr+skrrr)
b+tch, say she want me today…
what? (what?) what? (what?)
yah, i just need yo’ face, uh, ooh, yah, yuhhh
what you wan’ do? (woah)
freak hoe love hibachi (yuh)
srt, f+cked up the body (ha)
i’ma come f+ck up the party
i’m with lil’ pete and lil’ b, got dope, geeked up, gnarly!
b+tch, i’m lil’ o! turn up on a lil’ hoe! (lil’ o!!!!)
[chorus]
bee (bee) bee (bee) bee (bee)
mix the eight up with the… (bee, bee, bee, bee)
huh, drank (mud)
“how the f+ck you get them racks?”
lil’ n+gga, think (bee, bee, bee, bee)
b+tch, i spilled the 6 up in the back and i’on even drank (skrrrr)
you push up, yo’ whole team gon’ get wacked, osama, mane (yo’ team gon’ get wacked)
feel like gucci mane… (what?)
but not in 06 (not in 06)
i pull up in some sh+t and they like, “ohhhh sh+t” (ohhhh)
draco f+ck ‘em up, leave ‘em in the ocean (woah)
two guns, throw it up
x got me geeked as f+ck (x)
i was scheming on the floor, n+gga, come and jugg yo’ plug (jugg)
diamonds on a n+gga neck, fdrrr
okay… (bee)
flood (bee)
finna hit new york for s+x ‘cause this b+tch just wanna hug (let’s gooo)
i’m at 2nd street, coppin’ sh+t that’s tough as f+ck (bee, bee)
push up on the street, you gon’ get sent above
smokin’ kale tree, b+tch, i’m robbin’ with my plug
bih’ just poured a 4 but i said, “that’s not enough”
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