Max B - Osama Lyrics
[Hook:]Osama, we comingOsama, we comingI think everyday about them TowersOsama, we comingOsama, we coming for youYeah, it could've been me dogBut I was laid up on the big cash shoresThe ***** this nigga at, the ***** he hiding forWe could probably find his ass hiding in the corner storeBox him in, spit off the tips, through the floor for himTurn the nigga to million dollar reward for himWho all for him, nigga eat a dickThat shit was too close to home, I think I need a fixShit, I take a long stroll through the rainTake a couple squares, two totes for the painFew spokes in the RangeLlama in the jam sportYou made it hot, you made it harder to transportGram goin' to fam court, fightin' child supportBiggavel', I'm gon' rouse ya thoughtsLet the town know I'm a pick out the sportLet the pound go, I'm a kick down your door[Hook]
