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dd osama - lost boys lyrics

[intro: dd osama] like, what
grrah, grrah
[verse 1: dd osama]
we gon’ go to the opps
we gon’ creep on they block (on bro)
catch a flock, you hearin’ them shots (grah)
if you f+ck up, it’s me and my knocks (grah)
and i do it for bro, like, b+tch
we some ‘ooters, we takin’ they souls
notti with me, i say throw, he gon’ throw
that’s the end of your life, if you don’t got a pole
like, move home, that’s a fact
bro in the spot and he droppin’ the hat
don’t move, it get whack
you drop my o, you get turned to a pack
on bro, just chill, if we see the opps, just pass me the steel
i’ma geek, i’ma pop me a pill
when everything dead, yeah, i be on y’all field

[verse 2: notti osama]
like, no, i can’t lack, gotta bring me a heater (grah grah)
pop out the dark, ’cause them n+gga ain’t seen us
hop out, all black, and we ski’ed up
doak, tell them n+ggas come see us (doak)
i keep shooting’ ’til i’m going deaf
we go kuu with the deuce, better show me respect (grah grah)
we gon’ do him like jb, one shot to the neck
yus gz should’ve died, he got hit in his chest
like, how many n+ggas gon’ die?
spin to the opps, n0body survive
[verse 3: rdot go] when i spin you better duck i wit dd and notti and i got that sh+t tuck you i don’t f++k when see yus gz it’s another shot to his chest they say he on hots but he not! ayo notti just chill we got baddie coming over so pop yo a pill, ddot notti, dd, me, the 4 demons leave a p++sy n++ga unseen like (grrah) he he on hots? he didn’t say that when bullets ran through his top like grrah!
[bridge: sugarhill dede]
grrah, grrah+grrah, boom
grrah+grrah, boom
gang, oy, og
gang, grrah, grrah

[verse 3: sugarhill dede]
benzo be punchin’ my brain
i was late night, trynna catch me a stain (benzo)
f+ckin’ ya b+tch on the main
notti be flockin’, he putting in pain
don’t talk sh+t, like, spin through ya block
and im throwing like 6
die 4, die 5, die 6
mel pop out, he wavin’ the stick
zay told me, “don’t hop out, chill”
i’m going kuu when i step in the field
like, f+ck it, let’s go on a drill
run up on me, n+gga, you gettin’ k!lled
in the streets i be movin’ too tact
run up on me, it go brrd brrt bat
talkin’ on bro you get packed
kay pop out and he wavin’ the strap

- dd osama lyrics

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