Lite ‎OsamaSon

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[Chorus]
Bih’
Bih’
Hol’ up, hol’ up (Haha, haha)
Spilled the lean up on my jeans
Spent twelve hundred on goddamn beans
Nigga, fuck up off of me
Whippin’ that ‘Cat till this bih’ gon’ scream
Bih’, you flex, check up, yeah
We gon’ aim at your neck up, pfft
Lil’ boy mad, catch up, yeah
We got licks, oh yeah (Bih’)
Bih’ gon’ eat up (Yee yee yee)
Buyin’ everything, everything I need
Bitch too [?], she wanna fuck with my team
[?] I’m buyin’ seven jeans
Hol’ up, bands talk to me nice
7.62 on the stick, that’s right
Nettspend, whippin’ that whip, alright
Spent the last check ’cause you know that’s light

[Verse]
Bih’ can’t flex like me
Bih’, fuck yourself, pussy gеt put on a shelf
Went up, nigga, I ain’t had no goddamn help
I wеnt and did shit for myself
Huh, I move the stick by myself
Bitch, spent that shit on myself, yeah
Bet her ass gettin’ felt
Fuck outta here, what you talkin’ ‘bout?
Hol’ up, I’m gon’ shoot somethin’
Bad bih’ tryna run off, Slime blew somethin’
Hol’ up, bands, these are new ones
We got bands, we need blue ones
We did drugs, yeah, yeah, what I’m on
You tryna be what I’m on
We go dumb, bih’, you ain’t ‘bout it
Boy, I gotta put you on