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usemysoundss3 - evil twins pt. 2 mashup lyrics

[chorus + notti osama]
yo ddot, just move
i’ma up it and cl!ck at his crew
scream, “rpt”, you get put in the news
no flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too
and y’all n+ggas keep dissin’ the oy
that’s why ms and lotti have both died

[verse 1 + notti osama]
don’t run, don’t trip
like, scream, “doa”, dd, pass me the grip
yeah, i f+ck with some makks, i f+ck with some trendy’s
but the doa n+ggas is deady (doak)
he tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
talk on bro, n+gga, i get deadly
[verse 2 + sugarhill ddot]
it’s lil’ ddot, you know how i’m comin’
catch me an opp, yeah, i’m dumpin’ in public
he get shot if he yellin’, “what’s gunnin’?”
spin through the opps, n+ggas know how we comin’
lil’ curt got shot in his face, and matt got spliffed for the day
when i bend, you know i don’t play
see me a flocka, you know i’ma spray
yeah, they think ’cause i’m young
when i see ’em, he know that i’m really gon’ dump
how they talkin’ on bro but they never did nothin’
big chop, you know i’ma up it

[verse 3 + notti osama]
bando a d+ck, that boy got shot
n+gga stay in the t’s, they don’t come to my block
if he jack doa, i’ma add a k
told my ‘ooter to slide, came right away
got a .9 on my side so pray today
i’ma [?] any+day
drop the o, put an o in ya’ f+ckin’ face
ddot wit’ me, and you know he won’t hesitate
jb tried to run but the fat n+gga tripped
smokin’ on nazzy, mix him wit’ the rip
rah+rah had died in the back of the whip
please don’t say, “don’t run, don’t trip”
jb tried to run but the fat n+gga tripped
smokin’ on nazzy, mix him wit’ the rip
rah+rah had died in the back of the whip
please don’t say, “don’t run, don’t trip”
[chorus + notti osama]
yo ddot, just move
i’ma up it and cl!ck at his crew
scream, “rpt”, you get put in the news
no flockas allowed, bullets flock to them too
and y’all n+ggas keep dissin’ the oy
that’s why ms and lotti have both died

[verse 4 + notti osama]
don’t run, don’t trip
like, scream, “doa”, dd, pass me the grip
yeah, i f+ck with some makks, i f+ck with some trendy’s
but the doa n+ggas is deady (doak)
he tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
talk on bro, n+gga, i get deadly

[verse 5 + sugarhill ddot]
it’s lil’ ddot, you know how i’m comin’
catch me an opp, yeah, i’m dumpin’ in public
he get shot if he yellin’, “what’s gunnin’?”
spin through the opps, n+ggas know how we comin’

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