Lyrics:
insomnia
Put that money on your head, Balenciaga yarmulke
Fifteen when I carried loads of them Ozium's
And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries
I mean
Blatt
Ha
Aye
Huh
SLATT
Hold up
WAVEE
Aye
Go
Wave
Spray at em clear out his car like Ozium
And I'm rapping like I'm speaking on the podium
Fuck nigga
on your head, Balenciaga yarmulke
Fifteen when I carried loads of them Ozium's
cnd them bag of nicks, I mean groceries
I mean daddy knows ain't no
I'm just like ozium
How i cover up what you know
Until you don't
And your the smoke
Making your way back and fogging windows
It's like your the only
the Ozium
They'll say he'll grasp the mic and start
Rapping like Doody's soul's in 'im
Causing loads of sin because locked cells is
Where they keep my homies
And then start floating
Cuz I'm not a regular nigga
I thought I told you this
You need to listen
Spraying the ozium
Now I'm odorless
Inside my kitchen
I
stingy, you ain't write n'an one of these raps
And love, I'm so serious, you might get high from Henny
Get stupid fly at any event, spray some Ozium in
out a lil' more (Fa' sho')
Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floors
I'm (What?) Slick as linoleum, swinging
My 'Lac doors, them
(What?) Franklins,
spraying ozium to try cover it
In the game playin' hard, but I'm just in the game, I ain't in love with it
Y'all niggas tryin' to get famous, a nigga like
Whoa, I get rid of all the smoke like Ozium
Shorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum
Niggas actin' like my kids and they be older than him
police, sheriff, and drug enforcers
Took that, zipped up my hoodie then I got the TEC
And I asked for the Ozium cause it was musty (spray!)
But it's too
the Ozium
Tryna stash the weed somewhere he can't see
That's when I realized that I got my pistol on me
Goddamn
There might be blood on the dashboard
Left her home, call her, call her (oww)
I'm in the low BM (BM), yeah, with your old BM
Weed smoke and Ozium, Trojans and petroleum
Yeah, and that's
the air. (freeze!)
Spray the ozium. - Still break bread
With niggaz that move opium and still racketeer! (D-Block!)
Huntin' for money, so run like a pack
the law
Got the ozium in the tuck, AC on defrost
Nuttin sweet with Neef, he ain't outta control
Back seat of my Jeep, we swingin episode
SS shotgun, let
Left her home, call her, call her (oww)
I'm in the low BM (BM), yeah, with your old BM
Weed smoke and Ozium, Trojans and petroleum
Yeah, and that's
They stay judging
I ain’t nothing
Blood is gushing
Still ain’t loving
Empty fucking
Balcony jumping
Damn you’re stunning
Ozium huffing
Call me muffin
уже не тот что был когда то я стал лучше опыт
Парень это хат бой хат бой хат бой болла
Grow kak bankroll
Fresh like ozium
Патрулируем блаки с косяком
the smell
Ozium to mask it better masked up like masquerades make u do the macarena
Reaching for your pocket
Me no care what’s in your locket
Family pics n
momma
I know I smell like
Ozium and some dankey
Know I gotta move like
A turtle till I snap
And get frank lins
Kush docta
Got ya propah
Wait until
Hella w*** need the ozium
We don't do it small no Napoleon
Come get bags packed for a solar trip
Solar trip
Solar trip
Solar trip
In the hellcat on run
Patron
Hot box the Airbnb
Grab the Ozium
You type of nigga talkin'
Ain’t gon show us none
That boy said he want some smoke
Well we got em
Only fucked that
custodian
Bad bitches quarterbacking their fallopian
Just smoked a gang of trees
Where’s the ozium
Munching barbecue it’s Mongolian
Holy shit gimme space like
of physics - paid God a visit - then woke up in a motherfuckin' Honda Civic -
Shit nigga, I live fast
Visine, Ozium and Zig-Zags
RuPaul on a blunt... Big
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