Luh Q - Osama

I'm not a crip, but throw up C for lil Cam
I start to see the hate,
I know they envy who I am
Can't go in public, they be watchin
All these bitches fans
Ramen noodles every day,
Now a nigga eatin lamb
I hate a bitch that try to play dumb
When she understand, she be sayin' That she rare as fuck I met her off of Instagram I'm the type of nigga give Her one chance then I cut her off
I'm the type of nigga rob a nigga
With no shiesty
I'm the type of nigga pour a four into a Hi-C
I really been that nigga since a youngin
Since the high seat
Talk to foenem on the phone,
Ayy, this shit gettin' critical
Money don't fall in your lap, no bap, You gotta chase the shit
I was feelin' generous,
I gave that boy a pass
That lil' bitch expired,
So I put her in the trash
Don't know who the fuck just gave me All this pain that I ain't ask for
I just got it last week,
I got two stamps on this passport Bitch, I'm in my prime,
I didn't know that I could transform Smart bitch, gave me all the brain,
She turned me to a nerd
Wishin' I could go deaf,
Cuz of all the fake shit I heard
I remember smokin' in the garage,
We like what's the word?
I done done everything,
I pop bottles with models
I stay focused, don't holla,
I'm tryna get to the dollars
I can't even be around her,
You know that she stay in some drama
Packed up all my clothes,
And threw my shit up in the bin like Osama Gas to the face, gas to the face
Ayy, I was down bad,
Smokin' gas to the face
His bitch left with me,
You shoulda seen that nigga face
I know I'm not normal,
So that bitch gon give me face
She say she like chocolate,
I'ma give that girl a taste
Her friends say they got evidence,
They tryna build a case
Fake cry in my face,
This bitch just tryna get her away
I been sippin' 1942,
I know that I gon get my way
That nigga fucked up,
He went out sad bought a hoe
I ain't on shit, gettin' rich
With the bros
Not attached to anybody,
Uh I be movin' freely
I ain't never left you,
So just hit me when you need me
At the top, away from fucked niggas, That's where we be, yeah
John Cena onna bitch,
Told her she can't see me, yeah
I can go back-to-back
Like this shit on repeat, yeah
Hold on, I was cold for a minute,
I had to re-heat, yeah
Dark skin, she got thick thighs,
I call her 2-piece, yeah
Asian bitch, look like Mulan,
You gotta hear me, yeah
Bitch niggas get out the way,
You can't come near me, yeah
Young nigga, but I'm a god,
You gotta fear me, yeah
I done done everything,
I pop bottles with models
I stay focused, don't holla,
I'm tryna get to the dollars
I can't even be around her,
You know that she stay in some drama
Packed up all my clothes,
And threw my shit up in a bin like Osama
Let a nigga play with my brothers,
We gonna tax them
They ain't never been on my level, Ain't have to pass them
Look me in my eye, yeah,
You gon' be okay, yeah
Bitch, I'm never sober, yeah,
I'm high every day, yeah
I'm the type to learn,
Yeah, you can show the way, yeah
White bitch call me daddy, yeah,
Feel like Billy Ray, yeah
She said she gon' leave, yeah,
Now she wanna stay, yeah
Bitch, this not a game, yeah,
I ain't come to play

Written by:
Quentin Reeves

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