Lil Zay Osama – Love Bug ( Lyrics ) Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Love Bug ( Lyrics )
Do you feel it’s forever, bae? I’m curious
I told you I love you, I don’t think you take me serious
I wanna make love to you, I don’t care who hearin’ it
Lay the towel down, I might fuck you on your period, mm
Put that shit on, on the daily
I don’t see you, I go crazy
I’m a gangster
When I sleep, I liked to be hugged like a baby
Fuck ‘em up, let’s get some paper
Bring that shit back to the table
We two love bugs
I’m your baby, you my Jada Wada
Do you feel it’s forever, bae? I’m serious
I tell you I love you, you say it back, I love hearin’ it
Other side of me in the Lamb’, drive that bitch like Fast & Furious
You matchin’ my fly, we both headed to Amiri fit, yeah, yeah
She ain’t for the streets, that’s what she fly from
Show me some attention or I’ma text your phone and start somethin’
I put her in my verses
Tryna stay in one lane, I’m textin’, I’m swervin’
She ain’t got too many bodies, this shit feel like I cracked the virgin
I wanna go rounds now
I may lay the towel down
Let them hear them loud sounds
I wanna have a child now
Just hold me down like Bow Wow
Yeah
Do you feel it’s forever, bae? I’m curious
I told you I love you, I don’t think you take me serious
I wanna make love to you, I don’t care who hearin’ it
Lay the towel down, I might fuck you on your period, mm
Put that shit on, on the daily
I don’t see you, I go crazy
I’m a gangster
When I sleep, I liked to be hugged like a baby
Fuck ‘em up, let’s get some paper
Bring that shit back to the table
We two love bugs
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Lil Zay Osama – Spin Spin ( Lyrics ) Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Spin Spin ( Lyrics)
Uh (Damn, Drako, you made this?)
Look, all the rah-rah shit, niggas ain’t did nothin’ to us
Don’t be mad at me, be mad at your bitch ‘cause she the one let me fuck, glah
And we did a lot to these niggas that these niggas ain’t done to us
Hold your Glock up if you got a B in this bitch ‘cause we do, every one of us
Niggas better go kill for real, my brodie died
Get-back for your homie, stop callin’ my phone with your lil’ police ass
Opps done called my phone like twenty some times screamin’, I know he mad
Fresh up out the feds, still tote that switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah
Shout out blood ‘nem, we still doin’ swaps
Shout out foenem on the East Side, my opps, they opps, they know we locked
One of my opps knew to kill hisself ‘cause if he didn’t, we was hittin’ his top
Nigga play with my bro, big folks in jail, ‘fore he came home, we already spinned they block
Hit the opps’ block, tell ‘em pop out, they keep ridin’ ‘round
Y’all get hot cars, don’t even slide on us, broke bitch, stop drivin’ ‘round
Postin’ all them straight-eights on IG, she a straight, I’m firin’ it down
Spin, spin, we ain’t waitin’ ‘til shit start dyin’ down, glah, glah
Pop out ‘bout that cutty and see it comin’, peek-a-boo
I’m into with my cousin, nigga, it’ll be easy gettin’ into it with you
He keep sayin’ niggas know how I’m comin’, no the fuck I don’t, man, who is dude?
You knew me before this rap shit, splat shit, way before YouTube, glah
You gave your bitch your heart, I gave my bitch a Glock
She know her nigga is one of them niggas and I smoke the opps
We know ain’t no killer without no killer, forever fuck the opps
Every time Osama land in one of these cities, take me to the block
Look, all the rah-rah shit, niggas ain’t did nothin’ to us
Don’t be mad at me, be mad at your bitch ‘cause she the one let me fuck, glah
And we did a lot to these niggas that these niggas ain’t done to us
Hold your Glock up if you got a B in this bitch ‘cause we do, every one of us
Niggas better go kill for real, my brodie died
Get-back for your homie, stop callin’ my phone with your lil’ police ass
Opps done called my phone like twenty some times screamin’, I know he mad
Fresh up out the feds, still tote that switchy, that bitch on me now, glah, glah
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)
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Lil Zay Osama – Better Run Better Duck (ft. Rob 49) [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Better Run Better Duck (ft. Rob 49) [ Lyrics]
Ayy, gang, uh
Ayy, gang (Glah, glah)
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man? (Gang shit, nigga)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (Bah, bah, come here)
We ain’t shootin’ out no car, we hoppin’ out and runnin’ up (Grrah, bitch)
Switch go “doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,” he ain’t have no time to bust
I see a opp, I get that rush, he ain’t leavin’ with no crutch (Grrah)
12 kickin’ in the trap, I gotta swallow, I gotta flush
I’m smokin’ all my dead opps in this BackWood, don’t roll no dutch
Foenem get to squeezin’, reach and we gon’ think his ass clutch (Bitch)
I like all my bitches bad, pretty face and bubble butt (Bubble butt)
Bitch, we key a lot of fast shit, you hear me up the street (Skrrt)
And we ain’t gotta buy no car, some nigga, lil’ bro ‘nem got the key (Lil’ foenem got the key)
Me and foenem out here lampin’, creepin’, everybody sleep (Everybody sleep)
But now I slide by myself, but you out slidin’ ‘til you deep
Ayy, how many of them niggas dead? I can’t even count no more (I can’t even count no more)
We paint the whole block red, y’all don’t even be out no more
Even they bitches fuckin’ the gang, what you want some clout, lil’ ho?
Opps FaceTime me talkin’ crazy, I just tell ‘em ‘bout lil’ bro (Uh, uh, uh)
You say ain’t no smoke, hangin’ with my opps just gon’ put y’all in it (Goofy)
Gang ‘nem got them real Yercs, not that shit with that ‘nyl in it (Not that fake shit)
I’m hittin’ every angle on a opp bitch, she ain’t got no walls in it
I know this bitch a ho, I put my dick, how I fall in it (Damn)
This lil’ bitch the coldest with the mouth, she ain’t got no HALLS in it (Bitch)
Ain’t no store that I shop in the ‘Raq up in the mall, nigga (Broke ass)
I know your type, bitch, lame-ass tall niggas
You don’t like a gangster that bang it out and never call niggas (Brrah)
Better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (For real)
We ain’t shootin’ out no car, we hoppin’ out and runnin’ up (Brr, gang)
Switch go “doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,” he ain’t have no time to bust (He ain’t have no time to bust)
I see a opp, I get that rush (Come here), he ain’t leavin’ with no crutch (Nah)
12 kickin’ in the trap, I gotta swallow, I gotta flush (Fuck, bitch)
I’m smokin’ all my dead opps in this BackWood, don’t roll no dutch
Foenem get to squeezin’, reach and we gon’ think his ass clutch (Goofy-ass nigga)
I like all my bitches bad, pretty face and bubble butt (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah, that’s my problem, I like ratchet bitches, low class, eat it up (Yeah, yeah, low class)
I ain’t have no gun, but I serve pounds in my mama coat (Yeah)
Stop sayin’ you gang, you ain’t locked in, we don’t fuck with you (We don’t fuck with you, nigga)
FaceTime with Lil Zay Osama, he in jail, but that’s my dawg (Yeah)
You ain’t never seen a switchy, huh? (You never seen no switchy, huh?)
Yeah, I’m a drug dealin’, real nigga from the South (Yeah)
Heard he threw salt on my name, bitch, watch your mouth (Salt on my name, bitch, watch your mouth)
Ain’t no flaw on me, a real one, I’m gon’ stand in this bitch tall (Yeah)
Yeah, the bricks made me, I came up doin’ bad shit with [?] (Yeah)
[?] play every week, but lil’ bro in jail sellin’ [?] (Yeah)
Like a snapback, niggas cap, that rap cap shit, I don’t wanna hear it
DJ Bandz’ll do it better, but I can’t cap, I’ll beat a nigga (Yeah)
Like a ref, I’m too official (Yeah)
Schemin’ hard on my body (Yeah)
It’s just me and all my partners, I don’t like niggas like a Nazi (Yeah)
Chrome Heart, please, Mike Amiri jeans on me
Go ‘head, call my bluff, I’ll come to your set one deep, nigga
Better run, better duck when we pop up out that cut (For real)
We ain’t shootin’ out no car, we hoppin’ out and runnin’ up (Brr, gang)
Switch go “doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,” he ain’t have no time to bust (He ain’t have no time to bust)
I see a opp, I get that rush (Come here), he ain’t leavin’ with no crutch (Nah)
12 kickin’ in the trap, I gotta swallow, I gotta flush (Fuck, bitch)
I’m smokin’ all my dead opps in this BackWood, don’t roll no dutch
Foenem get to squeezin’, reach and we gon’ think his ass clutch (Goofy-ass nigga)
I like all my bitches bad, pretty face and bubble butt
Lil Zay Osama – Fake Love ( Lyrics ) Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Fake Love ( Lyrics )
Fuck all of that fake love, it’s time for a break up, mm, mm
Fuck all of that fake love, it’s time for a break up, uh, uh, uh
Fuck all of that fake love, it’s time for a break up
We gon’ argue again, what’s the point of when me make up?
You break my things, that shit so lame ‘cause you don’t pay for it
You won’t find somebody like me, I’ll wait for it
Uh, you say you gon’ leave, what you waitin’ for?
Uh, bitch, give me my keys, that car, I paid for it
You think I want bitches, I been grindin’ like a skateboard
You too loud, I’ma get complaints from all my neighbors
Goin’ through my phone, now we fightin’
I know we both tired, baby, this the same cycle
Baby, I’ve been tryin’, but it been circles like a cypher
Baby, I’ve been quiet, but now it’s time ‘cause I don’t like it, hmm
Tired of goin’ through your phone
You get mad, post quotes on Instagram, boy, don’t tell me what’s wrong
You delete my pictures off your page
Even though I’m right, I’m playin’ wrong so you can get your way, uh
Uh, fuckin’ with my opps, then come back me, that shit dangerous
Call the police on me, I was at your crib, I had my banger
You ain’t come to get me ‘cause you was mad and I was danglin’
Hoes treat me like God, you act like this and you my main bitch
Uh, this my last ride, I can’t play about myself
Hey, baby, this your last time, uh
Fuck all of that fake love, this shit make me hate love
Love’ll have you blind, I never though that I’d wake up
Fuck all of that fake love, it’s time for a break up
We gon’ argue again, what’s the point of when me make up?
You break my things, that shit so lame ‘cause you don’t pay for it
You won’t find somebody like me, I’ll wait for it
Uh, you say you gon’ leave, what you waitin’ for?
Uh, bitch, give me my keys, that car, I paid for it
You think I want bitches, I been grindin’ like a skateboard
You too loud, I’ma get complaints from all my neighbors
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
Lil Zay Osama – Stranded ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Stranded ( Lyrics Letra )
(JTK)
Hmm
Left me for dead, they left me stranded, they get me buried
OTF inside my eyes, it’s Only The Family
I can’t kick anxiety and Mookie poppin’ Xanax
Everywhere I go, the trenches with me, I can’t hide that
In your city with that glizzy, foenem rob you bad-bad
‘Member waitin’ outside the venue, I’m like, “Where my ride at?”
Gotta stay focused, can’t get sidetracked, I need that bag-bag
Opps don’t got no block to post on, I don’t know where to slide at
We don’t care how a opp go, we gon’ fuckin’ slide down
Hot cars on the E-way after we dash, blew that crowd down
‘Member they ain’t even used to post me, they wanna be around now
I used to love them loud sounds, I’m cool, I got a child now
I’m tryna put on for my block, tell them to put me them charts
Folks wanted me to be a rapper before I went shootin’ at my opps
And my mama on Section 8, I ain’t never get to see my pops
Feds booked me out of state, said I had a switch on the back of my Glock
Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Left me for dead, they left me stranded, they get me buried
OTF inside my eyes, it’s Only The Family
I can’t kick anxiety and Mookie poppin’ Xanax
Everywhere I go, the trenches with me, I can’t hide that
In your city with that glizzy, foenem rob you bad-bad
‘Member waitin’ outside the venue, I’m like, “Where my ride at?”
Gotta stay focused, can’t get sidetracked, I need that bag-bag
Opps don’t got no block to post on, I don’t know where to slide at
Lil Zay Osama – Got It No Mo ( Lyrics ) Letra Lil Zay Osama Lil Zay Osama – Got It No Mo ( Lyricss )
No, no, no
No, no (Excellent)
She would see us, they was feelin’ that I ain’t got it no more
Hustle got free, came home, told me, “I ain’t got it no more”
He told me I’m gettin’ through it, so he gotta be proud of his bro
‘Cause I ain’t part [?] for everythin’, I ain’t got it no more
I put my kids in my will, get my insurance on me
Never know when it’s my time, never know when God will
Pour me up one, I ain’t stressin’ no more
‘Cause the way I feel, I ain’t catchin’ no blessings no more, uh
And when I got shot, he taught me a lesson, I know
But I lost my brother to this shit and I lost my cousins to this shit
Got caught in New York, they say I had a switch
I wouldn’t buy that shit, fans know I’m innocent
And I lost him, it’s no way closer to him, yeah
And when I lost him, know I had to lost it, yeah
Tryna help everybody out, uh
Gotta carry they body out, uh
He died his life livin’ with danger
I can’t hold, I’m a stranger
Ain’t know who was from my block, them kids grew up, they like demons
But I knew enough from my [?] and they can’t claim the ‘Raq
R.I.P. [?], Tay, Boogie, [?], know came correct
And I came from the ‘jects, but I put my hood on my back
Rockin’ skinny jeans and bleach ‘em, Rob did it his best
I was poor, opps up score, my hood at war
‘Member Bam knockin’ at Timo door
Lost Tay and we went up scores, mm
Free Lonnell, P was makin’ statements
Scats told my lo’ to the opps
How you do that? That wasn’t gangster
And we still be them boys
Still slide out them toys
And we still makin’ noise
She would see us, they was feelin’ that I ain’t got it no more
Hustle got free, came home, told me I ain’t got it no more
He told me I’m gettin’ through it, so he gotta be proud of his bro
‘Cause I ain’t part [?] for everythin’, I ain’t got it no more
I put my kids in my will, get my insurance on me
Never know when it’s my time, never know when God will
Pour me up one, I ain’t stressin’ no more
‘Cause the way I feel, I ain’t catchin’ no blessings no more, uh
And the way I feel, I ain’t catchin’ no blessings no more
And the way I feel, I ain’t stressin’ no more
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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