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letra de o's let's do it - dd osama

[intro: dd osama & dee play4keeps]
rrah, rrah
every opp shot, rrah
grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah
get that n-gga
it’s that dee play4keeps n-gga
os up, never gz, you heard
y’all n-ggas know what the f-ck goin’ on, man
it’s that dd n-gga
now look, uh-huh, get that n-gga
oy, oy, oy
grrah, bang
os, let’s do it, yeah (grrah-grrah)
grrah, os, let’s do it
os, let’s—, now hol’ on, uh-huh, ah
[verse 1: dd osama]
catch sha gz, you a what? (grrah)
like your mans, you get shot in the b-tt (grrah-grrah)
keep talkin’ on notti, can’t wait ’til i see you (on bro)
i’ma have you stumblin’, lookin’ see-through
woo, rah rah (lotti)
one got poked, and the other got shot in his mata
like, these n-ggas is dirty and bummy
catch me a bunny, we gon’ make him hop

[verse 2: dee play4keeps & dd osama]
o-o, let’s do it like wa—, like wata (grrah)
cook a n-gga like it’s pasta (grrah, grrah)
[?] through the 8, they get flocked
they totin’ on guns, don’t spin no blocks (boom)
she let me put it right in her titty (ah, right in her—)
we the face of harlеm, os up, never gz, we runnin’ thе city
talk on notti, know lefty ran ricky (ricky), d-ckhead (ricky)

[verse 3: dd osama]
and i’m reywayk (on bro)
catch a crip, you know i’ma spray (grrah)
c bluk [?] (grrah)
i know rippy ran rick and died (died)
opp thot, she wastin’ my time (grrah)
smokin’ nazzy, got sent to the sky (nazzy)
but c-hii really get me lit
c-hii really get me high (c-hii)
[chorus: dee play4keeps & dd osama]
yeah, os, let’s do it
hop out we gon’ shoot ’em
run-down gang, we gon’ boom ’em
yeah, like, os, let’s do it
os, let’s do—, os, let’s do—
os, let’s—, os, let’s do— (grrah-grrah)

[verse 4: dee play4keeps]
i feel lil’ dd (ah), i love him a lot
try to run up, i flock through the ‘cleezy (i flock through the cleezy)
opp thot, she movin’ too kinky (too kinky)
hit once, the p-ssy was stinky (the p-ssy was stinky)
let’s do it, let’s do it
step in the party, everybody geek to our music
and for honcho and notti and country we do this
we the os, like, how is we losin’?

[verse 5: dd osama]
too tact, make that n-gga back up (on bro)
throw a shot if he yellin’ out, “hat’s up”
spin through the nick, he get hit with the mack truck (lvk)
okay, let’s see what he on
he was talkin’ on bro, now he in a song
heard it’s bigger than that
n-gga run up then i’m fl!ckin’ his hat
[verse 6: dee play4keeps]
lil’ thottie a fan, she was jackin’ the opps so that b-tch got slapped
no, i can’t go out like matt, i stay with my gat
rah rah, lotti, lani, frost, packed (ah)
any opp that i saw, i was quick to react
lil moe, cody, they ain’t get back so y’all need to stop all the cap
yo, eli, what the f-ck? like, how many n-ggas got put in the blunt?
we smoke lotti, that n-gga runtz (that n-gga runtz)
she say i’m c-cky, she gotta front
opp thot tryna line me, she gon’ die with me and my gun
let off two, why they run?
everything for notti, this sh-t not for fun, like

[chorus: dee play4keeps & dd osama]
yeah, os, let’s do it
hop out we gon’ shoot ’em
run-down gang, we gon’ boom ’em
yeah, like, os, let’s do it
os, let’s do—, os, let’s do—, like
os, let’s do it
yeah, os, let’s do it
hop out we gon’ shoot ’em
run-down gang, we gon’ boom ’em
yeah, like, os, let’s do it
os, let’s do—, os, let’s do—, like
os, let’s do it

- dd osama

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