osama

max b

osama

we coming

osama

we coming

i think everyday about them towers

osama

we coming

osama

we coming for you

yeah

it could've been me dog

but i was laid up on the big cash shores

the fuck this nigga at

the fuck he hiding for

we could probably find his ass hiding in the corner store

box him in

spit off the tips

through the floor for him

turn the nigga to million dollar reward for him

who all for him

nigga eat a dick

that shit was too close to home

i think i need a fix

shit

i take a long stroll through the rain

take a couple squares

two totes for the pain

few spokes in the range

llama in the jam sport

you made it hot

you made it harder to transport

gram goin' to fam court

fightin' child support

biggavel'

i'm gon' rouse ya thoughts

let the town know i'm a pick out the sport

let the pound go

i'm a kick down your door

Full Lyrics: osama - max b