Max B
Max B - Osama songtekst
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Hook: Osama, we coming Osama, we coming I think everyday about them Towers Osama, we coming Osama, we coming for you Yeah, it could've been me dog But I was laid up on the big cash shores The fuck this nigga at, the fuck he hiding for We could probably find his ass hiding in the corner store Box him in, spit off the tips, through the floor for him Turn the nigga to million dollar reward for him Who all for him, nigga eat a dick That shit was too close to home, I think I need a fix Shit, I take a long stroll through the rain Take a couple squares, two totes for the pain Few spokes in the Range Llama in the jam sport You made it hot, you made it harder to transport Gram goin' to fam court, fightin' child support Biggavel', I'm gon' rouse ya thoughts Let the town know I'ma pick out the sport Let the pound go, I'ma kick down your door Hook