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24jot - Osama Lyrics
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I can't focus on the past, no I can't even look
Brody in the trap still, you know everyday he gotta cook
I've been ballin' in this bitch, yeah you know
I'm not a rook
Why you talkin' on me, you don't even know
What all it took
Racks on Racks I got these dollars
Pull up up, I'm with the chop
I might hit your baby mama
Presidential like Obama Brand new clip, it look like Llama
I got more straps than Osam
No, I'm not with all that ra ra
Smokin' chief I don't call ZaZa
That chick want some buy her prada
Pull up, I'm gettin' it fast and they don't even know what I'm doin' today
Ayy, I'ma just go in and crash
All these bands got my pockets full
Hit him now he need a stool
On a hunnid, keep it cool
She gon' see these diamonds, they gon' make her drool
I hit her once and it's vaminos
Making her fall like it's dominoes
I got that money, a lot of dough
Shawty on me, she down to choke
Talk about me, you don't know what I did
Run up on me, get the stick let it hit
They want the smoke and get sparked like a cig
You know we gon' give him hell
Run up on me, bout to take that L
Smokin' that pack, you know that smell
Still free the bro, I hope he get bail
Go for the kill, I don't got no chill
Goin' hard with these bars, I yell
Shawty give brain she smart like Yale
Yeah, I won't talk, I never would tell
I gotta go and I get it for real
I don't really know what you want from me
I just went and took it, took your property
And the chick you know that she acknowledge me
Yeah, she give knowledge to me, dang bitch
I can't focus on the past, no I can't even look
Brody in the trap still, you know everyday he gotta cook
I've been ballin' in this bitch, yeah you know
I'm not a rook
Why you talkin' on me, you don't even know
What all it took
Racks on Racks I got these dollars
Pull up up, I'm with the chop
I might hit your baby mama
Presidential like Obama Brand new clip, it look like Llama
I got more straps than Osam
No, I'm not with all that ra ra
Smokin' chief I don't call ZaZa
That chick want some buy her prada
Pull up, I'm gettin' it fast and they don't even know what I'm doin' today
Ayy, I'ma just go in and crash
All these bands got my pockets full
Hit him now he need a stool
On a hunnid, keep it cool
She gon' see these diamonds, they gon' make her drool
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I can't focus on the past, no I can't even look
Brody in the trap still, you know everyday he gotta cook
I've been ballin' in this bitch, yeah you know
I'm not a rook
Why you talkin' on me, you don't even know
What all it took
Racks on Racks I got these dollars
Pull up up, I'm with the chop
I might hit your baby mama
Presidential like Obama Brand new clip, it look like Llama
I got more straps than Osam
No, I'm not with all that ra ra
Smokin' chief I don't call ZaZa
That chick want some buy her prada
Pull up, I'm gettin' it fast and they don't even know what I'm doin' today
Ayy, I'ma just go in and crash
All these bands got my pockets full
Hit him now he need a stool
On a hunnid, keep it cool
She gon' see these diamonds, they gon' make her drool
I hit her once and it's vaminos
Making her fall like it's dominoes
I got that money, a lot of dough
Shawty on me, she down to choke
Talk about me, you don't know what I did
Run up on me, get the stick let it hit
They want the smoke and get sparked like a cig
You know we gon' give him hell
Run up on me, bout to take that L
Smokin' that pack, you know that smell
Still free the bro, I hope he get bail
Go for the kill, I don't got no chill
Goin' hard with these bars, I yell
Shawty give brain she smart like Yale
Yeah, I won't talk, I never would tell
I gotta go and I get it for real
I don't really know what you want from me
I just went and took it, took your property
And the chick you know that she acknowledge me
Yeah, she give knowledge to me, dang bitch
I can't focus on the past, no I can't even look
Brody in the trap still, you know everyday he gotta cook
I've been ballin' in this bitch, yeah you know
I'm not a rook
Why you talkin' on me, you don't even know
What all it took
Racks on Racks I got these dollars
Pull up up, I'm with the chop
I might hit your baby mama
Presidential like Obama Brand new clip, it look like Llama
I got more straps than Osam
No, I'm not with all that ra ra
Smokin' chief I don't call ZaZa
That chick want some buy her prada
Pull up, I'm gettin' it fast and they don't even know what I'm doin' today
Ayy, I'ma just go in and crash
All these bands got my pockets full
Hit him now he need a stool
On a hunnid, keep it cool
She gon' see these diamonds, they gon' make her drool
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Writer: Jordan Turnage
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Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Jordan Turnage

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