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letra de fairly odd parents - notti osama

[intro: notti osama]
every opp shot
grrah, grrah
smoking all deads
(like, what?)
every opp shot
ayo dd, pass me the knocka
grrah, grrah
osama sh-t n-gga
smoking all deads
grrah, grrah
grah-grah-grah

[verse 1: notti osama]
it’s oy or no y
hop out, we be blitzing from both sides
catch a opp, b-tch i’m leaving his dizzy
throw up the trendy, send three to his kidney
like, 5th to the y, that sh-t to my d-ck
you got caught in the store, you was panicking b-tch
can’t forget ya mans got slapped with the grip
yo kenzo, yo brother is dead in my spliff

[verse 2: dd osama]
yo notti, can’t forget lil rah got left in the whip
and get low when we spin, don’t got a gun
you gon get out the mix
{?} we stay with a grip
roscoe got a stick nd he’ll boom you b-tch
grrah grrah boom
grrah grrah boom
like, suck my d-ck
[verse 3: notti osama]
yo dd, that’s a opp
i know you gon geek, i know you gon flock
don’t run, don’t trip
i know sha gz be ducking n sh-t
how the f-ck did lotti had tripped?
lil boy got poked, he was stomped on nd sh-t
how the f-ck did lotti had tripped?
lil boy got poked, he was stomped on nd sh-t
like, hollon

[verse 4: dd osama]
i lived where the opps lived, that’s a broke b-tch
i ain’t neva got touched
me and notti too deep cause we don’t give a f-ck
the knocks {?} i tell him to up
like, notti he geek, imma do it for fun
catch em lil 300s, we making em run
grrah, grrah, grrah
(catch em lil 300s, we making em run)

[verse 5: notti osama]
jayripk got put on a chain
three opps got hit one week
ty swish, rippy, but rah rah got hit in his bean
i’m in love wit’ the cl!ckin’, cl!ckin’, and cl!ckin’
dd and notti just chill cause you trippin’
smoking on all dead’s got me laced, matt-sav got shot in his face
like, hol’ on
[verse 6: dd osama]
yo 5th, get off d-ck
why the f-ck you always stay in the hill?
catch tg turn him to a pill, f-ck a spliff, f-ck a deal
imma do it on my own and i’m clutching my steel
grah, grah
imma do it on my-
and i’m clutching my-
imma do it on my own and i’m clutching my steel

[verse 7: dd osama]
kenzo b, f-ck jb he got put on a tee
when i spin through the (?)
imma do it to you, send you up to your brother
big chop gon’ boom
it’s gon’ shake up the room
make you (?)
notti ‘oot with the mop and i ‘oot with the broom
yeah, you know me and my twin, make sure you’re in tune
yeah, you know me and my twin, make sure you’re in tune
b-tch

[verse 8: notti osama]

- notti osama

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