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OsamaSon - BUSTDOWN (OG) [Prod. OK]

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Produced by Wa & Sk8zay

LYRICS: 

And I said I would do, anything for ya
And I’m smoking on the roof, got that gas for ya
And this shit ain’t nothing new, pay no mind to ya
Ima take a pill or two, for the feel oh yeah
I’m still the same guy, i’m talking
Big money baller, I make more than I talk about
I make them dollars, I don’t look at the price amount
Same bitch I’m fucking be the same bitch that’s stalking, yeah
Ima run a bag, i’m finna stack up
Take a leap into the future like i’m Daft Punk
Fuck ya ex, I’m making more than all your last ones
My bad, if you want a feature ima tax ya
My bad, bitch i’m with the gang, they finna stack up
Five bands, one im finna spend up on this Raf yeah
I can’t spend no time with you, you moving mad yeah
Too high, bitch and when I land i’m getting too right
Yeah
Stepping on the beat yeah bitch I been walking
Yeah im tryna fuck this hoe, so all my sins talking
Way I fuck this hoe so good, I make the bed rocking
Only fucking up on all these 10s, eat up like Red Robin yeah
I don’t understand these hoes yeah they just keep talking
Bitch i’m hanging with the dogs, they just keep barking
And chilling with this hoe yeah we be hot boxing
And I’m feeling like i’m Kurt bitch I just keep rocking yeah
And I said I would do, anything for ya
And I’m smoking on the roof, got that gas for ya
And this shit ain’t nothing new, pay no mind to ya
Ima take a pill or two, for the feel oh yeah
I’m still the same guy, i’m talking
Big money baller, I make more than I talk about
I make them dollars, I don’t look at the price amount
Same bitch I’m fucking be the same bitch that’s stalking, yeah

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NO TIME ft. slayr (kura)

LYRICS
Choppa too hot get a heat stroke
Deep inside the box im a kidney stone
If you came to watch can you just leave me 'lone
You know slay gon be on top that b*tch set in stone
Neck and wrist is full of rocks got em filled with stone
Heard that boy is tryna box title take it home
No that boy dont got no drop no he dont got no lo'

Fine sh*t gon give me top i give that b*tch a load
Every song is off the top somehow i talk the most
Hop in that b*tch yea new moshpit
Bad a** b*tch tryna swap my spit
Close them legs i dont want no kids
Cant have no sex i dont want that b*tch
Okay talk that talk yea speak that facts thats more like it
Boutta pop that chop right at yo top that sh*t might split
Ben Ten watch boutta Ben Ten flip my style boutta Ben Ten flip this b*tch
Best friends we are not best friends if she gon suck my d*ck and all dat sh*t
Uh uh uh
Lets go motorolla
Shoot this drake its not a game i dont got no controlla
Take this mask off not the same cant wait for october
Take this mask off not the same cant wait for october
Slay outta space, Slay going solar
Get outta my face, i dont even know ya
Yea n*ggas in georgia shout out cousin toya
Yea n*ggas in georgia where the hoes at i need em
Yea whip boutta floor ya, i dont give a f*ck bout no speed bump
Yea im not no john cena i make sure they seen us
Cant forget a damn thing might as well get some peanuts
Different keys for different speeds you know you gotta keep up
Different keys for different speeds yeah

Choppa too hot get a heat stroke
Deep inside the box im a kidney stone
If you came to watch can you just leave me 'lone
You know slay gon be on top that b*tch set in stone
Neck and wrist is full of rocks got em filled with stone
Heard that boy is tryna box title take it home
No that boy dont got no drop no he dont got no lo'

gino prod me + thankswwr

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