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Lil Zay Osama – That Time Again ( Lyrics) Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – That Time Again ( Lyrics )
Intro
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Damn, Drako, you made this?)
Glah, gang, gang
Gang, gang (Carter Z, you going too crazy)

Chorus
It’s gettin’ hot outside, foenem still got on them skis (What? What? What? What?)
It’s that time again, all the bops outside, the hood T’d (On foenem)
It’s that time to spin, all the opps outside, go get them V’s (Bitch, come here)
Ayy, lil’ foenem, on that car, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze (Go, go, go, go)
We got shit that hold a hundred (A hundred)
All the kids inside my hood walk up on me, I get ‘em hundreds, nigga, everybody dumpin’ (Go, go)
Told foenem up in the county, “They stoled them watches, catch ‘em, stomp ‘em” (Stomp his bitch-ass)
I need me some new opps, make Chicago fun again, fuck it (Bitch)
Verse
Took his shit, now he buy it back, fuck he thought he was? (Thought he was)
Still knee-deep up in the trenches, I ain’t know what hibachi was
Don’t be loafin’ on the opps’ shit, fuck it, kill him just because (Just because)
I don’t gotta pay to get your touched, I paid ‘em just because (I paid ‘em just because)
That nigga stole, chop his hands off (Chop his hands off)
He flew out of town, he got locked up, ayy, knock his mans off (Bitch-ass)
He was yellin’, “Cuff me,” I shouldn’t have trusted ‘em, them niggas fanned out (Broke ass)
Big folks on the way, they just let Lil ? and Sam out, glah, glah (Them members out)
We’ll get into it with the 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (On foenem)
I’ll shoot him in his face (Come here)
We got Glocks, built in switches, sticks and ARPs and Dracs
We be ridin’ through the ‘Raq ?, KIA, trucks and straights (Skrrt)
We the ones got the helicopters in the air, we leavin’ ‘em on the chase (On foenem)
Fuck it, nigga, we ain’t duckin’ (Duckin’)
All the hoods dick ridin’, them niggas’ll get it ‘til is bustin’ (It’s bustin’)
Ten milli’ on me, this KRISS Vec’ in this bitch, I had to stuff it (Come here)
Real belt boys, them niggas ain’t never stood over nothin’, glah (Stood over nothin’)

Chorus
It’s gettin’ hot outside, foenem still got on them skis (What? What? What? What?)
It’s that time again, all the bops outside, the hood T’d (On foenem)
It’s that time to spin, all the opps outside, go get them V’s (Bitch, come here)
Ayy, lil’ foenem, on that car, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze (Go, go, go, go)
We got shit that hold a hundred (A hundred)
All the kids inside my hood walk up on me, I get ‘em hundreds, nigga, everybody dumpin’ (Go, go)
Told foenem up in the county, “They stoled them watches, catch ‘em, stomp ‘em” (Stomp his bitch-ass)
I need me some new opps, make Chicago fun again, fuck it (Fuck it, nigga)
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Lil Zay Osama – Need Prescriptions (ft. Lil Durk) [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Need Lil Durk:
(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
Took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Turned her to some—
Fucked her— Fuck her like—

I done took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
Fillin’ up my system with these drugs, I’m feelin’ stready
When you don’t get that love from your niggas, you feel abandoned
Thought I was gon’ change ‘cause that money came drastic
It’s hard to beat these cases when they got that shit on camera
Seen that shit on camera, I told them niggas, “I need answers”
So many funerals, you gotta lock in with the pastor
When you broke, they love you more, money come, you’ll get to clashin’
Pull up to my hood, everybody gon’ pop outside with a ski-mask
When you say, “It’s war,” for that check, they shoot up your repast
Hungry nights, you ain’t got no food, you’ll go to sleep fast
By your side, when you at your lowest, they’ll try to leave fast

I need prescriptions to feel like I’m gifted
I take care of my niggas and God is my witness

Lil Zay Osama:
When you hear rumors come from your niggas, that shit hit different (Shit hit different)
When you really got it out the mud, that’s a big difference
Streets know that they can’t play with my name, I bitched the big niggas
Fell out with my dawgs some weeks ago, I gotta get with ‘em (I gotta get with ‘em)
Niggas postin’ all them guns, gon’ get us all indicted
Cut ties with third-party hoods ‘cause they ass felt entitled
You ain’t from my block, you don’t even know us, foenem don’t even like you (Snitches)
Snitches praisin’ snitches, niggas bitches, that shit black and whited
I done took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy
I take care of my people, can’t nobody say I’m stingy
Foenem think I changed, don’t pop out as they pay me
Always stay the same, but that money came in handy, uh

Lil Durk:
I need prescriptions to feel like I’m gifted
I take care of my niggas and God is my witness

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