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tooda osama & heytaewon - drakeo flow lyrics

[intro]
yeah
ayy
n+gga, long live the ruler
ayy, n+gga, long live
ayy, ayy, n+gga, long live the ruler
the ambiance compliment the uchies on the dashboard
that part, pull up on the blade in a fast car
nascar, turn a sweet lady to a trap star (heytaewon)
these n+ggas cool but they just act hard (run that back, west)

[chorus]
osama bin ladin, been pimpin’, been mobbin’
been trippin’, been robbin’, bouncing out of foreign cars (ayy)
high fashion on my body
my young n+ggas specialize in breaking wrists and taking n+ggas’ watches
n+gga, long live the ruler, play with tooda, he’d shoot ya
i ain’t nothing like these instagram poodles
i’d slide through and send a couple shots at your medulla
knocking at your noggin, leave a n+gga lookin’ stupid

[verse 1]
[?] hundred horsеs in this b+tch, i be movin’
just know that you got options if a b+tch was feeling choosey
pay my lawyer in advancе ’cause i know my life a movie
fully glocks and chop sueys, i got sh+t off call of duty
i’m a bad motherf+cker, huh? (motherf+cker, huh?)
beat the road up like a trunk or run (like a trunk or run)
grand slam, home run, i’d hit you with this thugger, huh?
in high school, you was a sucker
i’d do you how big worm did chris tucker, hit your ass with a hundiddy bop, bop, bop
bullets flying, n+ggas dying, that’s an awful lot of shots
throwing ass in them lil’ ass shorts, [?], i don’t stop
casamigos got me on, grab another bop bop
the mother of your child getting ran through like a relay (like a relay)
high+speed chase and driving reckless on the freeway
my b+tches ’bout a b+tch and say she tryna have a three+way
sports mode, treat the boulevard like a speedway
[chorus]
osama bin ladin, been pimpin’, been mobbin’
been trippin’, been robbin’, bouncing out of foreign cars (ayy)
high fashion on my body
my young n+ggas specialize in breaking wrists and taking n+ggas’ watches
n+gga, long live the ruler, play with tooda, he’d shoot ya
i ain’t nothing like these instagram poodles
i’d slide through and send a couple shots at your medulla
knocking at your noggin, leave a n+gga lookin’ stupid

[verse 2]
b+tch, i’ve been a joint, million+dollar hood trophy
rest in peace to mr. mosely
[?] see your mama, n+gga, do you like [?]
my b+tches hit for rollie, oh lord, holey moley
it feel good to be a trophy
b+tch, we know the truth, i’m that n+gga in the booth to the streets
two+four carats lookin’ like i got bad t++th
mouth p+ssy, my b+tches hit me like, “daddy, send me”
running circles ’round these n+ggas got me dizzy

[chorus]
osama bin ladin, been pimpin’, been mobbin’
been trippin’, been robbin’, bouncing out of foreign cars (ayy)
high fashion on my body (sheesh)
my young n+ggas specialize in breaking wrists and taking n+ggas’ watches
n+gga, long live the ruler, play with tooda, he’d shoot ya
i ain’t nothing like these instagram poodles (i ain’t nothing like)
i’d slide through and send a couple shots at your medulla
knocking at your noggin, leave a n+gga lookin’ stupid
[outro]
(heytaewon)
(run that back, west)

- tooda osama heytaewon lyrics

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