Max B - Osama lyrics

[Hook:] Osama, we coming Osama, we coming I think everyday about them Towers Osama, we coming Osama, we coming for you Yeah, it could've been me dog But I was laid up on the big cash shores The f** this n***a at, the f** he hiding for We could probably find his a** hiding in the corner store Box him in, spit off the tips, through the floor for him Turn the n***a to million dollar reward for him Who all for him, n***a eat a dick That sh** was too close to home, I think I need a fix sh**, I take a long stroll through the rain Take a couple squares, two totes for the pain Few spokes in the Range Llama in the jam sport You made it hot, you made it harder to transport Gram goin' to fam court, fightin' child support Biggavel', I'm gon' rouse ya thoughts Let the town know I'm a pick out the sport Let the pound go, I'm a kick down your door [Hook]