Victory Lap

Album cover art for "Victory Lap" by ‎OsamaSon

‎OsamaSon - Rap, Experimental Rap

Victory Lap

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[Verse] So lame, I can't kick it with you lame boys Cocaine, when I whip, it make cocaine noise, huh Propane, you gon' get hit with the flame, boy, huh Hit a stain, do three-hundred, then switch lanes, boy I got the fame, I ain't had nothing to my name, boy, yeah I can't change, big fat blunts rolled to the brain, boy, huh You missed everything, gotta work on your aim, boy, huh We just booted out the roof and we went airborne I wasn't just born yesterday Wake up, we paped up and we gettin' cake Hold up, I did too much Xans, yeah, they put it in it my face, huh Still servin' Js, ayy, it's a brand new day, huh Told the bih' to kick it or come do it my way You can let me hit it or go hit the highway You've been smokin' mid, just see the look in your face, huh You're not friends with digits, your ho look at my way I just need to know if you could do these three little things Get fly, get by, and just stay out my way Yeah, I rock what I want, I ain't going by the theme We just fuckin' for the night, no, we can't be a thing, hey Diamonds on my wrist, yeah, diamonds on my ring, huh Fucked up with my bitch, now I'm single than a Pringle, huh Black and white McLaren whip, I'm whippin' that tuxedo I said, "What's the plans?" 'cause I'm turnt and I'm single Everybody said they know, when I pulled up, I'm like, "Y'een know" Why this bitch keep playin'? Got the racks in the mink coat Your bitch dropped the chain, yeah, we fuckin' with a freak ho I was on a plane, I can't even refresh my feed, yo I just hit the main thing, I can't lie, I need both I just flew my main thing way overseas, yeah Way overseas Stop playin' with me I'll flame you to the tee I'll pin you to a tree Got baguettes on my teeth Got boogers on my teeth New Porsche, no Need for Speed Huh, yeah, I got to eat, yeah, gon' go Chef Boyardee They don't invite us to parties, 'cause I make they ho get on knees You wanna race? I go Benz, Squeeze I woke up countin' Benjis [Outro] Run to the guap, everything on fleek Run to the guap, everything on fleek Run to the guap, everything on fleek Run to the guap, everything on fleek Run to the guap, everything on fleek Run to the guap, everything on fleek

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Credits

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  • ‎OsamaSon
  • Rok