Evil Twins, Pt. 2 ft. Notti Osama Lyrics

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- sugarhill ddot x notti osama lyrics

sugarhill ddot x notti osama – evil twins pt. 2 lyrics

[intro: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]

it’s that lil’ ddot n+gga

n+gga, suck my d+ck

every opp shot, like

n+ggas know the vibe

grrah+grrah, boom, oy

[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 [?] 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

he tried to run up, got hit with my lefty

talk on bro, n+gga, i get deadly

[verse 2: sugarhill ddot & notti osama]

it’s lil’ ddot, you know how i’m comin’

catch me an opp, yeah, i’m bumpin’ 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

whеn i bend, you know i don’t play

see me a flocka, you know i’ma spray

yeah, thеy 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

bando a d+ck, that boy got shot

n+gga stay in the t’s, they don’t come to my block

see an opp, we gon’ blast him, clap him

try to run up, you get turned into ashes

me and notti like curry and cl!ck

try to run up, you get shot in ya’ face

on the block, yeah, i’m totin’ on kelly

if sh+t gettin’ heavy, get shot in ya’ belly

smokin’ jb, got left by the deli

n+ggas know how we really be comin’

drop the o, you get shot in ya’ m+ffin

smokin’ on lotti, that boy got me bussin’

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”

’cause they know my bop, i ain’t runnin’ from sh+t

if i call up dd, you know he gon’ bl!ck

see an opp, he get bl!cked through the sweater

notti, he wit’ me, you know he won’t let up

me and bro two deep in the spot

if he try to run up, then we makin’ it hot

[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 [?] to them too

and y’all n+ggas keep dissin’ the oy

that’s why ms and lotti have both died

[outro: notti osama & sugarhill ddot]

grrah, grrah+grrah, boom

n+gga, suck my d+ck

it’s thatnotti osama, n+gga

n+ggas know how we rocking’, man

every opp shot, man

suck my d+ck, n+gga