osamason talking 2 a ghost flip

Osamason- Cocaine

ion like dis vers but kame same dis 1 better



my whip might b too fast
i hit da block nd dash
yo hoe gon hit my phone
she need sum extra cash
was down bad on my own
now niggas dont get no pass
send message right after da tone
i might not reply fast
i kno my new hoe goin, dat shit dont make me sad
my lil bra say im chosen
nd big bra told me dont crash
when u.. hit my phone, i think bout what we had

cant choose, all my bills come pink blue
i send slime come line u
turn me dreadhead bald like cailou
i built ts brick by brick, this bih look like a tycoon
i swim w sharks, get harpoon
bad hoe stuck 2 me jus like glue
they say im on the top floor, u cant get in dis room
my mans still clutchin 5-4 
I spent like 4-5 on these shoes
nd i stay duckin 5-0
if i get 1 she get 2
im on the block w pablo
nd my lil hoe the baddest top 2
but she not 2 she 1

my whip might b too fast
i hit da block nd dash
yo hoe gon hit my phone
she need sum extra cash
was down bad on my own
now niggas dont get no pass
send message right after da tone
i might not reply fast
i kno my new hoe goin, dat shit dont make me sad
my lil bra say im chosen
nd big bra told me dont crash
when u.. hit my phone, i think bout what we had

them nights u spent w me, i think bout what u said
its more den jus the cheese, im tryna split sum of the bread
this hoe got me in glee, when she wan give me head
bad hoe droppin top on me , das sum i wont forget
dey kno im sippin drank, dont kno im pourin tech
i say wsp lil baby, cause i forgot her name

chosen (ochoo)

Good Luck, Babe! x sniper2004

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u want me come n see me
u want me come n see me
u want me tell me whyyy

Dem boys is so last gen
I walked out wit berkin on me
If im gon take dat chance
Then im gon be for certain homie

Yeah my cat face got bong in it
My mama said it smell like za
I cant tell her whats wrong wit it

Its prolly high so aint nun wrong wit it
I wish I was high so aint nun wrong wit me
Ha
Dark skin thot done hit my line
She tryn make a lil song wit me
Can someone tell me why i copped that fishbowl
I cant even make no songs in it
Man i cant even make no
Cant even make no fuckin songs in it

Two clip mag dat payload
Bullets chain my halo
We not goin to ruth chris
If u dont fix yo face hoe
I was stackin racks up
Bitch i see yall wit that fake dough
I see yall wit that dyed bread
But pink dont fit yo face bro
Yo when I hear dat plink plink
I know to let da clip go
Then i let her let dat lip go
This hoe keep talkin to me
Ion een know her lil lingo
I threaten her wit real jewelry 
Lets see how far that shien go

Mmm dem boys gon sell like xans
Dem boys gon sell like xans
Dem boys gon sell like xans

Good Luck, Babe! x sniper2004

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