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letra de 40s n 9s - dd osama

[intro]
(yo tj, what you cooking up?)
(grah, gang gang gang)
(like, y’all know what’s going on man)
(oy or no y)
(grah grah)
(grah grah)

[chorus]
you my baby, for you ima end em
40s n 9s i bet we gon stretch em
good hair, good body, good face
the way b look just makes my day
let’s get shorty, she made a parade
all eyes on her but she on the way (glah glah glah)
all eyes on her but she on the way
[verse: dd osama]
yo notti, throw throw throw, we catch a yg then we gotta blow
told me ima take that throne
f-ck kay flock, he ain’t coming home
if he do then we taking his life
word to my o ima up that pipe
sevsidek, i’m smoking on rite
tell them n-ggas get back, i know they ain’t hype
yo e with the dot creep, creep
tryna put a flocka right to sleep
everything dead if he yell doa (doak)
watch him run, ima pick up the pace
ima get so close ima take off his face
grah grah, like, ima get so close ima take off his face grah
hop in the v go kuu, call up jj he throw em like two
free movelook and free at, when they hungry, i know they gon’ geek
now i’m just smoking all dead’s
if you want red then come to my side
and i’m just dropping yg and sevside cus’ they talk on they guys

[verse: sugarhillddot]
now let’s talk on the facts
chii dead and he stuck in a pack
smoking on rippy got shots to his back
and we up on the score and we smoke matt sav
2wook ya know that they mad
f-ck that, ima youngin, i’m toting this grip
if he try to run up ima bl!ck (dd with me, he toting a grip)
and you know this sh-t no joke
try to run up and you know ima throw
can’t go out bad like (shhh)
n-gga got hit, how the f-ck he survive
smoking (shhh) that boy in the sky
dd with me and you know he won’t let up
catch a opp, shoot him through the sweater
i can’t wait till’ i catch me a gunna
spin through the 8, they be ducking for cover
ask how much times they ain’t see me this summer
been through the tune we been through the nick
can’t forget lil shhh got hit
smoking on matt, this sh-t got a kick
everything dead yea im upping this bl!ck
glah, glah
everything dead yea im upping this bl!ck
[chorus]
you my baby, for you ima end em
40s n 9s i bet we gon stretch em
good hair, good body, good face
the way b look just makes my day
let’s get shorty, she made a parade
all eyes on her but she on the way (glah glah glah)
all eyes on her but she on the way

[outro]
(suck my d-ck n-gga, it’s that dd n-gga)
(oy or no y) (glah glah)
(it’s that lil ddot n-gga man, everything dead)

- dd osama

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