Oswegatchie

Hail Mary to the top
And the most high
Never been a fan of loving
I jus let 'em slide
Pink robe in the morning
And I'm MIA
Touchdown in the south
Like the 305
From the Home of the heat
And the red wine
If you keep on talking sweet
You gone be a line
Homie watching like a creep
He gone idolize
I'm just spazzing on a beat
With a couple guys
I'm just steady making money
Through my green eyes
Big waste walk
All about event size
No snitch talk
We done left the case dry
But If you keep on sparking up
We gone let it fly
Yeah
Yeah
We gone let it fly
Only tell a hoe I love her
When I wanna lie
Tears across her face
I just left my eyes dry
New rollie big face
Watch the time fly
Yeah
Yeah
It's expensive taste
Snoozing by the fire
Thinking what my numbers make
Yeah
Yeah
It's expensive taste
Got that slim suite attire
With the Louie waist

Uh
I'm in the crib with the team and we too turnt
Ears shinin like I looked and I flipped the bird
Too fly, but I'm higher than I'll ever learn
From the city where you dance,
Three letter word
All these hoes lookin fire
But I'll never burn
Only facts when I speak
Baby, get your turn
Only when I talk
I'm fuckin hittin oswegach
City give me love
And when it rains, it never stops
Only swaggin all I do is when I hit the block
Got like 80 fits I switch up, all he do is talk
All you talk is smack, I hit you with my fuckin hat
If you're standin tall and fye, I'll give you a dap
You ain't smokin with the crew if you ain't attached
Singin like a model, he got glitter on his strap
And I shake my hips in black, all he do is rap
Bitch I'm better than yo mans, just give me a tap
Yeah, yeah
Music too loud
BNB coppin bottles in the clubhouse
All these bitches wanna talk cause I'm too south
Henny in the booth like I'm givin hugs out
Got me dancin to that views, I'm the news now
And the speakers always boom with that new sound
Yeah
Facts



Credits
Writer(s): Mousa Mansour
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