Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ozzy, artist - Oliver Francis. Album song Infinity Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Oliver Francis
Song language: English
Ozzy |
| At the condo, getting faded for the weekend |
| Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end |
| In the 2 door, riding round yeah we speeding |
| Every day the weekend |
| I ain’t ever leavin |
| Now I’m next up, getting paper with my best friends |
| I’ma fess, up I’m the best nothing less than |
| Shawty whats up, come and ride in the s-class |
| Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand |
| Rockstar shit, I feel like Ozzy |
| Pull up to the telly smokin gas in the lobby |
| Drop top Mazi |
| No, can’t nobody stop me |
| I’m a Lady Gaga, tell the paparazzi |
| Me and shawty spent all night getting high on the low low |
| Red eye flights, Off-White head to toe though |
| Brand new Nikes looking nice with the polo |
| Jason Derulo you catch me riding solo |
| I kill em all call it Lars Ulrich |
| Lil bitch tryna ride my wave |
| Lil bitch get your own shit |
| Lil bitch I been gettin paid |
| Pull up in my own whip |
| Lil bitch soundin like a lame |
| Beggin' for my old shit |
| Pull up pull up in the vert |
| Goin skrt |
| I pick up your bitch at work |
| I can’t help the way I am |
| Break a bag and roll the herb |
| Beggin' for a feature |
| Boy you broke you can’t afford a verse |
| Bitch I look like Frieza |
| Break that down and stuff it with the purp |
| At the condo, getting faded for the weekend |
| Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end |
| In the 2 door, riding round yeah we speeding |
| Every day the weekend |
| I ain’t ever leavin |
| Now I’m next up, getting paper with my best friends |
| I’ma fess, up I’m the best nothing less than |
| Shawty whats up, come and ride in the s-class |
| Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand |
| Where that weed? |
| Where that blunt? |
| Go on roll that shit up |
| Blowin smoke out the windows |
| She look like Beatrix Kiddo |
| Im with some harajuku girls |
| Gwen Stefani my bae |
| They can’t fuck with the gang |
| We sound like Crazy 88 |
| I pull up in Hiroshima |
| I had to cop me some bape |
| I skrt off in that beamer |
| And take a blunt to the face |
| When they ask how im feelin |
| I tell them I’m feeling great |
| Rainbow road switchin lanes |
| In that opalescent paint |
| Got some saint laurent glasses |
| Backwood ashin |
| Police passin |
| She bat her eye lashes |
| I do the dash in the '97 Air Max |
| Shawty pin her hair back |
| It dont matter where im at |
| At the condo, getting faded for the weekend |
| Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end |
| In the 2 door, riding round yeah we speeding |
| Every day the weekend |
| I ain’t ever leavin |
| Now I’m next up, getting paper with my best friends |
| I’ma fess, up I’m the best nothing less than |
| Shawty whats up, come and ride in the s-class |
| Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand |