Ozzie S. - hoodie

Fuck cotton yeah my tees made out of mangos
Brown chuck Taylor's I need me fucking two of those
I'm back up in this bitch now it's fucking bouncing
Look to me for permission before you make an announcement

Okay Ozzie been talking real shit
Okay
Okay now you want that real dick
No way
Jose rolling green we smoke the day away
Baby
My lady gets spoiled anytime I get paid

I'm moving on to bigger and better
The writer block is in a coffin then I fucking I dead her
The caramel skin doused in Tom ford
I know them bitches mad when they see walk through the door

Invert the image, print on the hoodie
Madness behind every piece it's what makes the real beauty

You want to get like this
At 21 I've designed everything under the sun
The Studio merch coming with to the grave
The casket I want embroidered and engraved

How can I not be this arrogant
It should be so apparent
The first thing in the morning that I see
Is my all my art pieces that were made by me

Faded fucking signature
Pitter pat pitter pat
Now I make my own literature
Peter Pan bitch Peter Pan

Written by:
Oscar Solano

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