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Osama Season

X & Sex

Flex Musix

Str8 Flexin

For Da Flex

Blonde

ik wyw/ idwk

i know what you want

roses

bnb hoes ft aeter

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told bae its too late for yuh
do u wanna fuck said maybe huh. they call me the savior
dont understand why these niggas like to diss
man i aint even hate on yuh:(
told that hoe send the location
bad hoe know she asian,

 bad hoe said she blasian
she take drugs know she caucasian
bad bitch off them drugs, ik that she caucasian
i jus called the plug he said this new shit so amazing

i got an indian plug his name so long ion know the pronounciation
ion give a fuk bout ur gang give a fuk bout your club 
they know that im pulling up late
dont send me yo shit boy you know i gon hate
they know im a hating ass nigga, you know you a gay ass nigga
and i sold my soul for this trigger

(phew phew phew)

she said she had enough
i told her im in love. ion think she give a fuk);
ion think she had enough. ion think she know whats up
ion think she knows what she wants. shes so fine to me{}
yeah shes my everything. my destiny yeah shes my everything

too late/my everything

my everything (ALL PLATS)

hella fun wit like hella guns
u count hella ones u no1
smokin by the ton then get ton
I'm wit 17 never gaf, me n lewis
yea we keep ts under our arm
yo bitch hit me up she said fsho she wanna fuck
keep my heater tucked niggas want me dead 4 fckn nun
nvr no safety lock tell lil bro that he can use my nine
slime told me don't leave my crib w/o no fukin nine
slime don't want me lose my life (2), keep me a blade yuh a knife
dese nigga be so trife yuh bitch I js fucked yo wife nigga
we fuk yo life up u wont fuking try, niggas be on my dick lil nigga
u a fucking liar, riding round dat bitch fuck nigga

I spent a bag on nothin, she fell in luv wit sumthin
baby dat shit ain't nothing, bag on my I'm clutching
bag on meim clutching
she told me stop bluffing I run in yo house wit a stick I'ma blow dat
niggas talk down yuh what? 
we gon show dat, said he a fan nigga already know dat. what my bands Is stacking up yuh, me n naz keep stacking up, me n twin keep stacking up 
niggas mad iongaf me and twin yeah we

she said

she said ft aeter (SPOTIFY)

Lyrics:

Yuh me and my gang stay thumping yuh
Bitch ass nigga stay running 
Yeah that tussin fuck up my stomach
Yeah that tussin fuck up my stomach
And that lean fuck up my liver
And im with TMS yeah we some killers
Nigga stay bitching boy get out your feeling
Yuh who the fuck doing shit like this
I got a lightskin shooter babek-
Yeah when the fuck 17 ever miss
I got some niggas put them on a list
Heard she wanna fuck aint that your bitch?
I was 13 bought my first pair of ricks
I was 13 when I bought these kicks Yeah
Now yo hoe wanna kiss ;3

Hoe pull up open your legs
Tell that hoe aint no free sex
Tell that bitch I need some neck
Fuck his bitch cus im upset
Nigga we count up these checks
Tell that hoe aint no free sex
Tell that hoe aint no free sex
Tell that hoe aint no free sex
Tell that hoe aint no free sex
Fuck his bitch cus im upset
Nigga we count up these checks
Hoe pull up open your legs
Tell that hoe aint no free sex
Tell that bitch I need some neck
Tell the hoe aint no free sex

liver / no free sex

If I go we go (huh,yeah)
If I go we go
I don't even got no ego X2
Nigga wanna try me like please don't
Red beam on dis bitch no scope


The li- The lil shit hit yo dome
Im better than you just cope
Im better- Im better than you just cope
Balenciaga the fur on my coat yeah
Tryna make a young nigga float (ye-yea) x2
I aim this shit at yo throat yeah
It blow yo shit you gone
Like 3 am im throwing up
Im listening to my song
I can't believe you aint show up yuh
Yo lil ass gotta get gone
And 23 my jersey, balling hard like Bron
I make this shit punch
I'm the- I'm thebomb.com
I make this shit punch X2
I got this big gun
Lightskin bih that's lunch
Put a lil hoe on my plate
I ate good today yea X2
In my hood today

In my hood? this tech, you dead
Im with slime he'll take yuh head
Murder, murder boy you dead
Bloody print it's bleeding red
I ain't hear nothing you said
I get gouda, I get bread
This hoe too much, I cant text
In this True Religion yea
I put bhudda on my chest
On god I put it to yo vest
Im on the top, why I advanced

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