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o'shea iv & mbuckx - for sosa lyrics

i’m sorry miss jackson, son started approachin’ me
if i’m in a casket, 2xw #3
i laid on top the choppa, fell asleep dreamin’ ’bout home invasion
move like politicians and never speak on no open cases
yeezus told me stomp the devil out
and if he talkin’ through the wire, send one through ya metal mouth
college dropout was required so i chose a different route
rather get some that’s enrolled, introduce em to several outs (vulgar culture)
call when ya homе, i stroke ya
slid some kids right cross her tracks, rеsemble rollercoasters
might watch a vid’ and reenact so we can get off on all of the closure
knowin’ this gon’ be confidential
lend you a shoulder in the moment, no time for lock and kizzle
drizzle my nizzle kept it simple, “can’t move without ya pistol”
whip up some sh+t on instrumental, i’m trapping off a pencil
park the forces in broad day, my n+gga blessed the block
check the clock, 11:11 somebody po’ me up
down south in va
down south in va
all i need is 15 minutes, in n out, a+q+u+a
her and her friend be washin’ dishes yeah, i like to see two play
work maneuvers on a cougar, obviously s’il vous plaît
caught a flight, left bac to cali, money lurkin’ me
broski bleedin’ out to bali bangin’ burgundy
new potential siren psychy gettin’ close to the
don’t play victim when she drop it for a couple g’s
fr
smokin on fruit
these n+ggas p+ssy, these n+ggas some coots
yeen gettin’ money, just tell em da truth
yeen got da sauce or a splash of da juice
da money keep callin’, just know i’m en route
these n+ggas green and they ain’t gettin’ blues
ian lyin’ ’bout sh+t, ion care what i do
you can pop sh+t, just back it up too
f+ck it come get it, i feel like da realest
my styles, they be stealin’
i talk what i’m livin’
all dis flame might just burn up da buildin’
da way that i’m rappin’, they know that i’m gifted
i can f+ck up da game with no songs, just snippets
copycat rappers, they gonna mimic
i get money by da minute
lord knows that da bullsh+t come with it
treat ya favorite rapper just like a minion
all da cap rap gettin’ ridiculous
no one dead yet, errbody spinnin’
all da cap rap gettin’ ridiculous
no one dead yet, errbody spinnin’
lord knows dat da bullsh+t come with it
i get money by da muhf+ckin’ minute
copycat rappers, they gon’ mimic
f+ck up da game with no songs, just snippets
da way that i’m rappin’, they know that i’m gifted
all dis flame might just burn up da buildin’
i talk what i’m livin’
my styles, they be stealin’
i feel like da realest
f+ck it, come get it

- oshea iv mbuckx lyrics

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