Max B - Osama lyrics

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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'ma pick out the sport

Let the pound go, I'ma kick down your door

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