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dd osama - carol of the bells lyrics

[verse 1: lil durk]
b+tches lyin’ on my name, i ain’t hit her yet (freak bih)
i sit back, f+ck some b+tches, put v.roy name on my fitted cap
and y’all just got up on booka music (what?)
i ain’t gon’ say too much on the internet, but shorty know he been a threat
(atl jacob, atl jacob)
hmm, hmm, uh
turkey talk, huh, uh+uh
n+ggas mumble under their tongue (uh+uh), tell that n+gga to talk up
(uh+uh+uh)
he gon’ spark, you say my name too crazy, he do walk ups
(uh+uh+uh)
and my p.o. on my ass, don’t call my phone, do pop ups (man, what?)
(uh+uh+uh)
i bring my gun when i go to court, i don’t even trust my lawyer
(uh+uh+uh)
i brought a pint for my lil’ brother, i gotta check for shortage
(uh+uh+uh)
rps and roxys give me head, i pop one every mornin’
(uh+uh+uh)
got fifty thousand on my grill, it look like george foreman (uh+uh)
[verse 2: dd osama]
back that up, i’ma slide through bk wit’ a all black truck
41, shut it down, ‘causе we smokin’ on lay, that n+gga ina pound
why the f+ck is y’all takin’ move dancе
41, y’all n+ggas is fans
i’m wit’ dudey and sha, i bet they let it blam
he try to run i bet i’ll make ’em dance
grah, ayo ddot, who that?
put the dot on his friend
if we miss then we spinnin’ again
too deep on the bend tryna catch us a m, grah
and i’m smokin’ that dumb n+gga mother
n+gga mad she six feet under
bend through the 4 have ’em duckin’ for cover
if we can’t find him we k!llin’ his brother

[verse 3: dudeylo]
word to bro, i’mma fl!ck, they don’t gotta ask
no ski, do a drill in my covid mask
threw shots at the opps, they ain’t throw ’em back
lotti, bg, we rollin’ that
lost bro that sh+t turned me a demon
some nights i be sittin’ and thinkin’
late nights i be sippin’ and drinkin’
he catch a shot, hollow got that boy singin’
life hard yeah that sh+t is a job
gotta stay true ’till you find you a passion
i’m out on bail, i got caught with the ratchet
my fam need me, got faith in his rappin’
brodie got signed, he bought him a wallet
f+ck molly, that n+gga a cop
hop out, i’mma clip ’till he dropped
they know my name, mr. shot after shot

[verse 4: sha ek]
gang gang gang
it’s a whole lotta opps i could smoke
but i’d rather just smoke on delilah
like, it’s a new opp in the air (yeah)
like, leeky, just pass me the lighter (lighter)
b+tch, you gon’ hold on the pistol? (facts)
my lil’ brother he totin’ the missile (grrt, rrah)
you a thotty, lil’ b+tch i can’t kiss you (uh+huh)
you a thotty+ gang, gang, gang
smokin’ dummy, got me feelin’ different (yeah)
you my brother but you out here switchin’ (what?)
now when i see you, lil’ n+gga i’m cl!ckin’ (boom, boom)
with the ‘rips, so they think that i’m crippin’
you not a shooter, on drills you be missin’
throw up gz, let’s agree that i’m cl!ckin’ (grrt, uh+huh)
throw up gz and i’m+ gang, gang, gang (uh+huh)

[verse 5: sha ek]
i’m too oppy, gotta keep a chop
big die woo, they can’t come to my block
ayo, setty, why you on d+ck?
spin through the sev, we gon’ do you like rip (baow+baow+baow)
f+ck them n+ggas that switched, down bad
stay with the rips, i don’t f+ck with the makks
spin through jet, when we smokin’ the hat
if he jackin’ that n+gga i’m cuttin’ his tat
they be mad i be jackin’ oy
i got love for them n+ggas, for them, i’ma slide
when we hop out, n+ggas better hide
new opp died, now we screamin’, “c+hii” (c+hii)
i’m smacked, i’m deady
setty, go and get back for your bestie (bestie)
i’m the face of this sh+t, don’t test me (test me)
pj be buggin’, shootin’ out the renty (renty)
cops on our d+ck, so we gotta get low
b+tch, i’m famous, i rather get caught with my pole
like, you never know
if the opps try to run up, i’ma have to throw
they be scared to book me for a show
every function, i come with the os
live by the gun, you gon’ die by that sh+t
smokin’ on lilah, i’m high off that b+tch
i’m from the bronx, i’m from the x
everybody keep saying i’m next
on the stage, we was droppin’ they set
big die y, let’s go spin through they ‘jects
all them opp n+ggas dyin’, there’s n0body left
they keep talkin’, i’m slidin’ to yonkers
300 shots, ’cause i’m 300k
we tryna go shoot a jet in his face (grrah)
oh, they linked up? i’m like, “f+ck it”
that’s the reason we smokin’ on blay
them n+ggas p+ssy, they dont wanna play
we done spun through they block, screamin’, “benji,” and “lay”
and you know we dont f+ck wit’ the rey
mali was just suckin’ d+ck in the cage
like, what? koo came home, now it’s lit
we was the main n+ggas doin’ them hits (capxn)

- dd osama lyrics

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