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‎osamason - trap or die lyrics

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your ho, she gon’ search up, don’t get mad, you cannot stop it
pull up, all black coupe, windows tinted, you can’t spot it
get hit with thirteen shots, boy, this pistol from the rockets
boy, your music suck, every song, your sh+t straight floppin’
pour it up, b+tch, i need them pints, pour the four up
my bro won’t stop lackin’, he can’t put the f+ckin’ pole up
hittin’ like one+twenty and i think i’m finna go up
just popped me two beans, not what it seems, i’m finna throw up
.30 on the glock, and the chopper got red dot
osama the [?], cracked a seal but it’s not green
hit the gas and go so far, i’m outta sp+ce on planet, sh+t
you can’t turn yo back on 7.62, get hit in your spleen
came through, flexin’ on the b+tch, she like, “why you do this to me?”
b+tch the chopper very social, anti+social on my tee
rock designer brands but you could get put on a tee for free
and that sk got a flash, say cheese
lil’ boy, you think you got it, but you get that sh+t from me
and you can send your shooter, he gon’ get left on the scene
smokin’ on exotic, got this sh+t straight off a tree
payed a ticket for that zip, boy, you know i get it for free
and i’m f+ckin on your b+tch, yeah, from the back and she gon’ scream
b+tch, i’m aimin’ at your head, i’m tryna put you in a dream
n+gga, f+ck you and your gang, yeah, we be screamin’, “f+ck your team”
take your pack like, “give me that,” bet that lil’ boy won’t hit the scene

- osamason lyrics

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