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3o$ama - oh really pt 2 كلمات أغنية

[intro: 3o$ama]
boom, boom
(lemme tell you something aj)
aye life where the chip up at baby? let’s go, let’s go
aye jose, aye threat
aye free glock, free hank, free tall, free giz
boom

[chorus: 3o$ama]
like i told you before “oh really”
i be popping my door, n_ggas run in they city
i don’t know why this b_tch i think i like her
i’ll bin out a honda, i’ll bin out a chrysler
i don’t know why this b_tch i think i like her
i’ll bin out a honda, i’ll bin out a striker
i’ll bin out a jag, i’d creep on your street
i’ll put you to sleep with this drac’ cd
you know we ain’t copping no plea so squashing no beef
shout out d—, [?]
goofy n_gga sent a diss and his wifi lagged out
had to caught an opp downbad, n_gga had his ass out
lil’ rell died on the scene, blew his heads
ap chain on the hill, come spin bout it
an opp n_gga admitted it same way he died about it

[verse 1: 3o$ama & yung threat]
it be throwing me off cause n_ggas don’t
why pocketz calling acting like he spinned?
when we get the drop on ahk we gonna k!ll him
yung threat the war vet n_gga
i’m mr. pop it and lock it, go ask about—
how he felt when his lil’ brother copped it
and i put sh_t on him made shawty a top
and i could really fight but the opps ain’t boxing
i’m a k!ller, i call that a skit when we spinning the opps i tell 3 get the wig
i hit him up close, i ain’t gonna lie i was shook
he was gasping for air, man i knew he was cooked
man long live whitez about him i catch b’s
they was speaking on q now i’m banging them c’s
tell em free hankroll, we was hopping out trucks
tell em free breezeway, man my driver a [?]
i be hopping out cars, n_ggas feet get stuck
when i hop out with that drac’, i’m like dame in the clutch
see me on your rip then you better get the f_ck
so i’m walking with sh_t that’ll break down a dump truck
[verse 2: young jose]
[?]
spend twenty bands for my b_tch out dubai
i’m one of them youngins who thugged in the alley
that n_gga ain’t tight, man he [?]
they talking bout spinning, i’m talking bout money
i’m [?] bags they saying it ain’t nothing
i’m serving that sh_t, have them walking like mummies
my [?] said [?], why the f_ck would i speak on the opps?
i been toting chops and toting them glocks
might by an ap just to pass to my young n_gga
we need at least fives n_ggas dead by the summer
i’m f_cking with threat and i’m f_cking with 3
i ain’t doing no talking when you run into me
i’m clutching this glock got it tucked in my brief
i’m spinning this sh_t boy i feel like i’m meech
they ain’t from yo boy them n_ggas recruits
they ain’t go to plumber, they ain’t go to sewers
why the f_ck is you dissing? you riding in ubers
paved the way for these n_ggas they need to salute

- 3oama

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