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notti osama - evil twins lyrics

[intro: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah+grrah
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah+grrah+grrah, n+gga
everybody shot, n+gga
(r+redax)
b+tch, oyogz (shh)
grrah, grrah, o notti osama in the buildin’, b+tch (shh)
grrah, gang+gang+gang
shh (grrah)
grrah

[chorus: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
how the f+ck you went dumb with the deuce?
lil’ n+gga, i keep me a .40
got a shawty, she ready to ride
told her to pass me the chop through the purse (grrah, grrah)
n+ggas know that we droppin’ the rakes
spin through the block and we causin’ a scene, like (boom)
n+ggas know my body, we smokin’ on lotti (lotti)

[verse 1: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
smokin’ on ms, that boy got me faded
like i said, new opp in the air
smokin’ on jb, that boy got me deady
doa+k, them n+ggas on nothin’
i been fiendin’ to up it and cl!ck
catch me a flocka, i’m uppin’ that score
smokin’ on nazzy (nazzy, nazzy, nazzy)
i don’t care, if it’s up, then it’s stuck (shh)
catch j.o bandz and we turn him to runtz
[verse 2: notti osama & sugarhill ddot]
i’ma tell y’all what happenеd
they spin, thought+thought they was low
lotti got poked, hе got poked through the coat
b+tch, it’s alot, put the gun to her head
make her cry, she wishin’ me death
b+tch, i’m a demon, i make see red, like, grrah
and no, i ain’t playin’ no more
see a flocka, take him out his roster
and nazzy got left on his back
kenzo, that’s your brother, get back (keme)
and y’all n+ggas keep dissin’, dissin’, dissin’ (n+gga)
like, grab a chop and come spin (grrah)
i got a glock on my waist i been cl!ckin’ (grrah, grrah)
and y’all n+ggas ain’t doin’ sh+t (sh+t)

[bridge: notti osama]
b+tch, grrah, gang+gang, b+tch
grrah, grrah, nazzy
grrah (nazzy, shh), grrah, b+tch
grrah, gang+gang

[verse 3: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
when we spin, yeah, we causin’ a movie
he can get shot if he yellin’ out whoopty
n+ggas know my body, it’s lit
see me a drilly, i’m dumpin’ the clip
like, why is they playin’ with ddot?
call up the bros and they throw more than six (grrah, grrah)
grrah, grrah
call up the bros and they throw more than six
[verse 4: notti osama & sugarhill ddot]
when we spin to the opps, it’s a hit
i’m different notti, i up it and blitz (shh)
and dd my ‘ooter, he up it and cl!ck (boom, boom)
see a flocka, put him in a spliff
i’m smokin’ his dad, he’s restin’ in p+ss (uh+huh)
tg, you ain’t doin’ sh+t (sh+t)
grrah, grrah, gang+gang

[verse 5: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
lil’ n+gga, i’m smokin’ your father
catch set da trend and i’m clearin’ the block out (n+gga)
like, they keep+keep talkin’ that day in the store
like, why ms on the floor?
jayrip, jayrip
tried to run, flocked ’em (jayrip), his ass got hit
grrah, grrah, gang+gang (jayrip), b+tch, grrah

[chorus: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]
how the f+ck you went dumb with the deuce?
lil’ n+gga, i keep me a .40 (.40)
got a shawty, she ready to ride
told her to pass me the chop through the purse (uh+huh)
n+ggas know that we droppin’ the rakes
spin through the block and we causin’ a scene (a scene), like
n+ggas know my body, we smokin’ on lotti (lotti)
smokin’ on ms, that boy got me faded (faded)
[outro: notti osama]
b+tch
gang+gang+gang, n+gga
suck my f+ckin’ d+ck, b+tch
(r+redax)

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