Love Me Lil Zay Osama (Ft. 2Rare)

[Intro: Lil Zay Osama]
Uh, I want that bitch to be to the floor, right
Uh, I gotta make that bitch go right to the floor, right
Oh-oh (A1, this shit too motherfucking hard)

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
Uh, I know you miss all of them bags, yeah
You know you miss my way, I know you doing bad, yeah
I see that stress on all in your face, you lost your ass, yeah
You hurtin' real life, but happy on the 'Gram, yeah
Huh, you wish he was me
Baby, I'm that nigga and you know that's why you love me
Fuckin' on your nigga, but you probably thinkin' of me
Lovin' on your nigga, feelin' like you kissed and hugged me
Mm, mm, you know you love me

[Post-Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
When he ain't around, you hit my line and try to fuck me
You miss how I'm hittin', 'member when you used to bug me?
I learned from the trenches, baby girl, how can you judge me?

[Verse 1: Lil Zay Osama]
Mm, mm, I 'mеmber those times, I can't bе begin about it
Treat me like your king, baby, I'm not just anybody
The way you movin', it looks like you fuck on anybody
You gotta be Coi Leray, you can't go to any party
Hmm, you wish he was me, but he ain't got no drip
He never sleaze and hurt nobody, we ain't cut like them
He ain't made you cum three times a minute 'cause I don't fuck like him
He ain't who he say he is, he know we know what's up 'bout them
I know he ain't bought you a bag, yeah
Fuckin' with him, know you're mama mad, yeah
You stuck on your get-back, that's your prayer, yeah