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Ososantan - Lazy flow! Lyrics



Ososantan - Lazy flow! Lyrics




This shit don't stop, nigga. I'm always on go, nigga
Just say the word, I'll get em gone. On, on flame, nigga
Pfft, pfft, pfft
Twin just drop that dot, I told em wait, I'm on the route

Be like Talkin', I said shut up, just put dick in your mouth
Fourfeezy, I make it look easy, told em just get it out
Diss on PG, boy, call that tank, his ass is missing out
Twin a demon, he caught flagrant, nigga, he's just fouled out

Laser beaming, tryna pick em up, I whip this fye out
On flame, nigga
Ayy, on gang, nigga
Pfft, pfft, pfft

Big PG shit
Nigga dissing, on that gang, I told his ass to stay low
He took the charge for love, bro, he on now, a bankroll(on flamin nigga)
He jus caught a body, couldn't get away, the case closed

Oxy Molly, I pour Prometh in the f*cking Faygo
I'm from Daygo, and yo ass just a ham
Claim you getting money, but you refuse to look out for your man
I'm tryna run it up, by next year, I'm tryna have a hunnid bands

Peanut butter Glock, I don't f*ck with Blackout, I like my Glock tan
Bitch, I'm the Santan
Sometimes I go by Dre, but if you play, I swear to God, them folks will get you out the way
I bump the Glock, choose any caliber, this shit look like MMA

ICU, he kept flapping them lips, now he don't got no face
Lil bro face missin', bitch, on flame gang, nigga
Bitch was laughing at nigga when nigga ain't have no money
Now we're funny, you can't outrun hollows, nigga, so why you running

I'm so slimy, bitch look me in the face like, why your nose so runny
I'm so brazy, tryna walk him down, fight him up like a cig
I'm a soldier, I'm finna go to war till he send me to the brig
Bro so solid his ass lay down when they threw his ass that bitch

She so bomedy get vasectomy before I give a bitch my kid
I'm so on, I send a militia in there to get a witcha , smoke like a bong
All he seen that flash like, go ahead, take that picture
Pray to the slime, I'm talking like a prophet

Boy, I might write a script for Pocket Rocket
In my f*cking jeans, it's 380 will lift ya
F*ck a hoe, kick back and sparked my blunt
Then I'm finna forget you, (forget the hoe)

Lazy flow, on bro, I just be talking what I be thinking
Bro tryna skate the tank on E like he don't see it blinking
Gang some skaters, we gon' slide, we f*cking roller rinking
Twin at trim, he linked the opp thot , what the f*ck he thinking

Crush his dreams, dead in the eyes, I see his ship sinking
Bitch is tripping, I don't want you hoe, no, we not linking
Nah, I'm a pill poppin', we smoking, they go drinking
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This shit don't stop, nigga. I'm always on go, nigga
Just say the word, I'll get em gone. On, on flame, nigga
Pfft, pfft, pfft
Twin just drop that dot, I told em wait, I'm on the route

Be like Talkin', I said shut up, just put dick in your mouth
Fourfeezy, I make it look easy, told em just get it out
Diss on PG, boy, call that tank, his ass is missing out
Twin a demon, he caught flagrant, nigga, he's just fouled out

Laser beaming, tryna pick em up, I whip this fye out
On flame, nigga
Ayy, on gang, nigga
Pfft, pfft, pfft

Big PG shit
Nigga dissing, on that gang, I told his ass to stay low
He took the charge for love, bro, he on now, a bankroll(on flamin nigga)
He jus caught a body, couldn't get away, the case closed

Oxy Molly, I pour Prometh in the f*cking Faygo
I'm from Daygo, and yo ass just a ham
Claim you getting money, but you refuse to look out for your man
I'm tryna run it up, by next year, I'm tryna have a hunnid bands

Peanut butter Glock, I don't f*ck with Blackout, I like my Glock tan
Bitch, I'm the Santan
Sometimes I go by Dre, but if you play, I swear to God, them folks will get you out the way
I bump the Glock, choose any caliber, this shit look like MMA

ICU, he kept flapping them lips, now he don't got no face
Lil bro face missin', bitch, on flame gang, nigga
Bitch was laughing at nigga when nigga ain't have no money
Now we're funny, you can't outrun hollows, nigga, so why you running

I'm so slimy, bitch look me in the face like, why your nose so runny
I'm so brazy, tryna walk him down, fight him up like a cig
I'm a soldier, I'm finna go to war till he send me to the brig
Bro so solid his ass lay down when they threw his ass that bitch

She so bomedy get vasectomy before I give a bitch my kid
I'm so on, I send a militia in there to get a witcha , smoke like a bong
All he seen that flash like, go ahead, take that picture
Pray to the slime, I'm talking like a prophet

Boy, I might write a script for Pocket Rocket
In my f*cking jeans, it's 380 will lift ya
F*ck a hoe, kick back and sparked my blunt
Then I'm finna forget you, (forget the hoe)

Lazy flow, on bro, I just be talking what I be thinking
Bro tryna skate the tank on E like he don't see it blinking
Gang some skaters, we gon' slide, we f*cking roller rinking
Twin at trim, he linked the opp thot , what the f*ck he thinking

Crush his dreams, dead in the eyes, I see his ship sinking
Bitch is tripping, I don't want you hoe, no, we not linking
Nah, I'm a pill poppin', we smoking, they go drinking
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Writer: Hendre Foster
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Performed By: Ososantan
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Hendre Foster

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