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letra de we found love - ice spice, dd osama & young adri

[intro: dd osama & rihanna]
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yellow diamonds in the light
and we’re standing side by side (every opp shot, grrah)
as your shadow crosses mine (suck my d-ck)
suck my d-ck
what it takes to come alive (grrah, like)
oy, like, or no y

[verse 1: ice spice]
i’m ’bout to gas him, i’m poppin’ a titty (grrah)
he lovin’ the way it get sticky (baow)
he a gangster, i let him get in me
yeah, i feel like the baddest lil’ b-tch in my city (word)
you not a barbie, it’s givin’ dirty
i f-ck her up (suck my d-ck), then i get st-rdy
grrah, grrah
i don’t need luck if i’m poppin’ this perky
[verse 2: dd osama]
lil’ ddot gon’ turn on his beam (grrah-grrah)
don’t forget that i’m still droppin’ doa (doa-k)
catch a flocka, on me, he’s not safe
and these n-ggas keep talkin’ on notti, i’ma spin through the sev, i’ma catch mе a homi’
call dudeylo, like, yo, “what’s the word?” (what’s thе word?)
he got the drop, let’s spin through the third (sevsidek)
catch me a nine, i’ma blow that, see a lil’ shh
he gon’ die by a poke, grrah
40s n 9s, yeah, that sh-t hit a mill’ (on bro)
don’t forget about dead opps (grrah)
n-gga dougie, he ran, caught a leg-shot (leg-shot)
spin through the bronx, tryna make a new dead opp, like (grrah-grrah)
still tappin’ my neck ’cause that fat n-gga dead (jb)
and rah got put right to bed (rah rah)
two dead n-ggas but one from the sev

[verse 3: ice spice & dd osama]
these b-tches ain’t from where i’m from (grrah)
i’m from the x, beat on a b-tch like it’s fun (like it’s fun)
d-mn, i’m so pretty and young
they say i’m next, like, “ice spice, you really the one” (i’m next)
okay, she mad ’cause i’m takin’ her spot
b-tches be needin’ n-ggas to get hot, like (like, what?)
b-tch, i’m a baddie, i’m used to the spotlight (grrah-grrah)
don’t you compare me to b-tches i’m not, like (suck my d-ck)
grrah, i got issues
think i’m a b-tch, then come see what this b-tch do
you hop out the v and i promise i’ll blitz you
if you not my n-gga then why would i kiss you? (why would i kiss you?)
you crazy? you stupid?
give you my heart, like, you better not lose it (suck my d-ck, facts)
f-ck on ya bro, like, this sh-t is amusin’ (oy, or no y, word, grrah)
[verse 4: dd osama]
jayripk saw the car, yeah, he should’ve fled
grrah, grrah
now i’m back on my bullsh-t (on grrah)
catch a opp, i empty out the full clip
n-ggas be chattin’ but don’t ever do sh-t, like
r-roll up a dead opp in a new spliff
n-gga, nazzy, yeah, he shootin’ (nazzy)
mixin’ the rippy with jb
why the f-ck these n-ggas got me lazy? (grrah)
tg chattin’, got him scared, what we do (on bro)
stop talkin’ on notti, you fool
5th to the sev, y’all sh-t look cool
hope i see them when i bend through (grrah)
yellin’, “notti gang” when i’m in the booth (grrah)
catch a six, swept ’em with a broom, like (on bro, like), grrah

[verse 5: ice spice]
sayin’ you love me, then show that
old friends, they watchin’, they sendin’ me throwbacks
soon as i make it, they know i can’t go back
i got feelings, but i never show ’em
i don’t talk about it, i just smoke ’em
goin’ through sh-t, i don’t think, i just go numb
soon as i hop in the booth, i’ma go numb, grrah
[verse 6: dd osama]
catch a six, swept ’em with a broom, b-tch
all these n-ggas, they mad ’cause i’m up (’cause i’m up)
like, f-ck it, it’s up and it’s stuck
youssef a b-tch, he got shot in the back
keep talkin’ on notti, i’ma send ya ass up (on bro)
totin’ the 30, why the f-ck would i lack? (why would i lack?)
mr. leave-a-n-gga-on-his-back
thr-throw shots, pass off, get low from the scene
lil’ ddot gon’ turn on his beam (grrah)

[outro: ice spice]
i’ma get rich and that’s word to my mother (grrah)
i’ma get rich and that’s word to my mother

- ice spice dd osama young adri

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