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letra de dead opps - db omerta

[verse 1]
i don’t even n0body tell me my drop, the chop gon’ knock sh-t down
they had dissed my dead, but f-ck their dead
cause, n-gga we spinnin’ around
how you gon diss my dead? but y’all still losing
f-ck n-gga, we runnin’ the town
n-gga jay dropped the loc, uh huh
we pull up and shoot at the store, uh huh
we spinnin sh-t, and that’s on blow, uh huh
they p-ssy, they don’t want no smoke, uh huh
the n-gga be screaming that stuff, but my n-ggas stomp
we sent his ass right to the dome
fat b-tch died, he goin in a backwood
roll his ass up, but he don’t even smoke good
he from the [?] but still tryna act hood
i don’t even want [?] ‘less it got black wood
glock had caught ’em and left him right there
and that switcher be trippin, i ain’t even tryna aim good
(hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, db yo ass goin too crazy, chill out)
[verse 2]
man, f-ck that sh-t i’m tryna k!ll lil chris though, there gon be another dead out
feds say that’s another dead out
lil corn, that’s another dead out
and i’m still [?] cause n-ggas ain’t even spinnin’ but still posted up on my block
n-gga slide to the [?] and the car got dropped
the b-tch got flipped, the b-tch got rocked
we slid upon it just like socks
got hit in the head, don’t call me [?]
the b-tch some [?] we gon let it flock
[?]
he got hit in the neck and his body had lost
now you eat the d-ck up but she don’t even stop
it’s how i beat info, your info
had to show the lil n-gga what the info
having racks so i can’t even chill
in the cut and i’m posting with your hoe
did the [?] b-tch you know i was solo
step on sh-t like a motherf-cking [?]
if a n-gga play with me it’s on go
he got shot so he won’t diss on me no more

[verse 3]
yeah, ain’t no n-gga dissin’
we hit your block with the switches
h-ll nah, me and my gang ain’t missing
so many shots but now he duckin’
he said she ain’t goin, she f-ckin’
dirt gang hit with that ak
[?] f-ck n-gga this b-tch it’s russian
n-gga had spoke on [?] and spoke on [?], this just how it go
n-gga do all that dissin, ’til we catch him, then he can’t talk no more
let me catch a n-gga ass lacking, all these shots gon get sent at that store
i know raps they doin, n-ggas be cappin, n-ggas ain’t really on sh-t
young n-gga turnt the sh-t up and he drillin, bet my name get mentioned
all my opps they cl!cked up, i’on give a f-ck cause all these n-ggas [?]
drac’ make a n-gga go puffin, he dissin, but all these opps, but b-tch we got [?]

- db omerta

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