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lil zay osama - fresh out the fedz كلمات أغنية

[intro]
uh_huh, go (gang)
you know i’m fresh out the feds with this sh_t, man (gang)
uh_huh (gang), gang
gang (on foenem grave, you know how the f_ck we comin’)
gang, gang (jtk, huh)

[verse]
i was in mdc, i was feelin’ like meech, you know that b_tch is sweet (you know that b_tch is sweet)
sis was on my d_ck, they was takin’ the phone from me every week (phone from me every week)
i was just beatin’ my d_ck on the phone to all the hoes and couldn’t get no sleep (what, what?)
i was on the phone with all the opps (on foenem) sayin’ how they gon’ die when i hit the streets (gang)
i was in jail just eatin’ the soup, if you was in there, you wouldn’t know what to do (you wouldn’t know what to do)
ain’t n0body tryna fight, they gon’ grab a knife or a scalpel and start to shoot (come hеre)
i had the junkies at my door (comе here), that’s why i really stopped sellin’ the deuce (b_tch)
i had the co b_tch i can call my og, but that was just my lil’ boo (but that was just my lil’ boo)
i had newports, i had vapes, i was eatin’ my meals, i ain’t want my tray (i ain’t want my tray)
i got a kiss and grab that ass from my co b_tch, but i wanted some face (p_ssy)
i had book ’em clean my room, i had eroy cookin’ my food (uh_huh)
i had shooter washin’ my clothes (for real, for real), i gave him some weed and let him use my phone (gang)
i was on the blood count, shout out jeezy (jeezy)
gave me the rap, oh, he dizzy (leave)
and you know we was gettin’ that pack in, backends, free bro eti leezy (free bro eti leezy)
sh_t, i was hoppin’ the mdc on gang, you probably wouldn’t even believe me (probably wouldn’t even believe me)
the sh_t i ate in the feds, i’ll say it in this song, the feds probably gon’ free me (f_ck the feds)
first day out, i don’t f_ck on my b_tch (huh? come here), the guys came and got me, they gave me a switch (on bro)
all of my old hoes hittin’ my phone sayin’ that they miss me, they want the d_ck
i stole my phone when i left the feds, linked up with the members and took a fl!ck (and took a fl!ck)
all of the rappers that f_ck with the opps when i was just gone, they ass gettin’ bl!cked (come here, f_ck the opps)
i was in the feds with bloods and crips, stood on ten, gt cal to rip (what? what? what?)
i got eight phones cookin’ the feds, i know n_ggas down there dropped that slip (on bro, they did)
off first shot, i was finna get fleet, i’m doin’ rick owen and louis v (with the louis)
throw all my chains on, grab that foreign ’cause this my sh_t, i ain’t waitin’ on v (uh_huh, the gang)
it’s that time again, von, we finna go slide, we goin” on feet (we hoppin’ out on feet)
fresh out the feds, i’m back on my old sh_t, all my rapper friends say i’ma tweak (what?)
n_ggas was sayin’ they took somethin’ from zay (when?), show them what happened, they ass sleep (they ass dead, n_gga)
yeah, i f_cked his baby mama, if i’m bein’ honest, her ass weak (b_tch)
gang, ain’t goin’ out like no b_tch (not, not), i ain’t snitch, i ain’t flip (not, not)
rapper sneak dissin’ me on the internet, he the police, he could suck my d_ck (get your b_tch_ass on, n_gga)
[outro]
h_llo, this is a prepaid collect call from isaiah dukes
gang, gang, gang

- lil zay osama

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