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letra de real talk - dd osama

[verse 1: dd osama]
notti what? bet that up, i’ma slide through bk wit’ a all black truck
41, shut it down, ’cause we smokin’ on lay, that n-gga ina pound
why the f-ck is y’all takin’ move dance
41, y’all n-ggas is fans
i’m wit’ dudey and sha, i bet they let it blam
he try to run i bet i’ll make ’em dance
grah, ayo ddot, who that?
put the dot on his friend
if we miss then we spinnin’ again
too deep on the bend tryna catch us a m, grah
and i’m smokin’ that dead n-gga mother
n-gga mad she six feet under
bend through the 4 have ’em duckin’ for cover
if we can’t find him we k!llin’ his brother
[verse 2: dudeylo]
word to bro, i’mma fl!ck, they don’t gotta ask
no ski, do a drill in my covid mask
threw shots at the opps, they ain’t throw ’em back
lotti, bg, we rollin’ that
lost bro that sh-t turned me a demon
some nights i be sittin’ and thinkin’
late night i be sippin’ and drinkin’
he catch a shot, i got that boy singin’
life hard that sh-t is a job
gotta stay true ’till you find you a budget
i’m out on a bell, i got caught with the ratchet
my fam need me, got faith in his rappin’
brodie got signed, he bought him a wallet
f-ck molly, that n-gga a cop
hop out, i’mma clip ’till he dropped
they know my name, it’s shots after shots

[verse 3: sugarhill ddot]
pull through and we throwin’ a shot
like hold on, let’s spin through the tubes
smokin’ matt, that book got a kick
while i spin through the a, i ain’t leavin’ no clues
jaykl!ckin with me, he ain’t leavin’ no witness
for lil notti, you know that we sinnin’
hop out, we gon’ get him
throw every shot at the glock ’till it’s finished
don’t forget that i smoke on rah rah
he a dummy got hittin’ his ratha
2 shots make him do the cha-cha
got a body i know she a papa
no cap, i’mma stay on the block
catch a 9, now you know he get shot
[verse 4: jaykl!ckin]
you say you a stepper, you don’t really step
i’m that n-gga, gon’ put you to rest
three blocks have them n-ggas runnin’
he get shot if he yellin’, “what’s gunnin’?”
b-tch i’m just cl!ckin’, showin’ that i’m stuntin’
i’m a over my right
don’t forget i’mma f-ck with my life
if they talkin’ on notti, i’m leavin’ a mess
been through, hop out gang
we was parkin’, tryna catch a stain
yeah, couple of opps we get put on a chain
lil ddot got aimin’ for your brain
in a stoley, by my doley
where the n-ggas that’s yellin’ out [?]
we drive, had oota catch a [?]
all black, skied up, they can’t see me

- dd osama

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