Lil Zay Osama F**k My Cousin

Lil Zay Osama F**k My Cousin Lyrics

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Aye Aye
Get caught hangin′ with the opps and you gon get yo ass smoked (glock)
Get caught lackin’ the opps post we put you in that same boat
I can get yo cousin to backdoor you fuck you think this fame for?(Backdoor you, glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat (raincoat)
I′m with all them killers thuggin’ (thuggin’)
Hit the city I′m in a hot car

I want all my niggas buggin′ (buggin’)
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now I catch him, I kill his ass in public nigga
That′s on my brother

I don’t like them niggas they don′t like my niggas and I’m too rich to be fightin′ them niggas
He was talkin’ shit, caught him on the nine here go yo diaper nigga
You ain’t into a gang for real
You don′t own yo own pipе lil nigga (bitch ass nigga)
Yo broke ass nigga (fuck wrong wit you?)
We don′t toleratе no fake opps (ain’t no fake opps)
They can′t post up in they hood
They call somebody else shit they block (grrr)
Free Lonnell he stay Six-300
Only one I love from eight block

Bam got hit in the head so we still count that as a face shot (what? What)
Aye if niggas ain’t die they on the shit bag (shitbag)
For J-money it′s a go you a fake opp wit yo brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked yo baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (her thick ass)
Regular Glock on my in case I run out that switch kind (Grrr, glock)

We get litty in the city (city, what?)
They had to buy them switch ’em to foe ′nem in case the wanted ’em on them glizzys (city, what?)
We don’t say “no cap” for foe ′nem me and lil bro ′nem say “no kizzy” (city, what?)
All the opps know how we ride nigga
We gon’ spin till we get dizzy nigga
We ain′t do no diss

Get caught hangin’ with the opps and you gon get yo ass smoked (glock)
Get caught lackin′ the opps post we put you in that same boat
I can get yo cousin to backdoor you fuck you think this fame for? (Backdoor you, glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat (raincoat)
I’m with all them killers thuggin′ (thuggin’)
Hit the city I’m in a hot car

I want all my niggas buggin′ (buggin′)
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me squash it with my cousin (my cousin)
This so deep right now I catch him, I kill his ass in public nigga
That’s on my brother (hold up)

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