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letra de chosen ones - otm

[intro: duffy]
b-tch
n-gga, i know you heard about us, n-gga
yeah (duse makin’ slaps, true)

[verse 1: duffy]
them young n-ggas trippin’, bro, they always up to somethin’
i be tryna shoot a n-gga, why they tryna royal rumble?
backpack boy, tryna make a n-gga cookie crumble
even when i’m with my shawty, got it on me, i don’t trust ’em
go and count up all the numbers, n-ggas gettin’ lapped up
movin’ how they movin’, i can tell them n-ggas scared of us
you n-ggas all mad, see the uchies we done ran up?
foul on a play, but it don’t matter, n-gga, and-one
flex on these n-ggas, act like i never had nothin’
loafy in my pocket, how you get it? b-tch, i pass for it
pull up with a hundiddy for him like he asked for it
lookin’ for the scoreboard so i can go and dance on him, n-gga
[chorus: duffy]
we them n-ggas causin’ all type of trouble
too much ice, leavin’ all type of puddles
dracos and blue pesos in the duffel
chosen ones, yeah, we got it off the mussle, b-tch
sh-t
we them n-ggas causin’ all type of trouble, n-gga
you can’t f-ck with us
chosen ones, yeah, we got it off the mussle

[verse 2: young bull]
we them n-ggas causin’ all type of static
flipped a n-gga, made him do acrobatics
chosen one, i ain’t never been to practice (nah)
stinc team, we the flu flammin’ champions
i’m a trophy so don’t act like you know me (b-tch)
mud walkin’ on a loaf and i keep pole with me
chosen one, i ain’t never been a rookie (h-ll nah)
i’m too icy, too greedy for the uchies
thirty-three shots, f-ck n-gga try to book me
pippy longstocking showin’ out, actin’ silly
slidin’ in a big body foreign, this ain’t a hemi
do the dash on 12 if they ever try to get me (f-ck 12)

[chorus: duffy]
we them n-ggas causin’ all type of trouble
too much ice, leavin’ all type of puddles
dracos and blue pesos in the duffel
chosen ones, yeah, we got it off the mussle, b-tch
sh-t
we them n-ggas causin’ all type of trouble, n-gga
you can’t f-ck with us
chosen ones, yeah, we got it off the mussle
[verse 3: blue pesos]
off the mussle, stinc team, we them n-ggas causin’ trouble
blam-blam, it’s some pesos in a louis duffel
wanna f-ck? i need a thumper, i don’t trust her
if it’s beef, holler at me when it’s comin’
all these issues with the team, n-gga, speak to me
a small fry, here’s a big mac, pipsqueak
this water on my neck, i might drown and leave him six deep
i don’t do the groupie sh-t, b-tch, you could miss me
our shooters hidin’ in the cut with the shy glizzies
i’m off of perc and some shrooms, know my mind trippin’
go on and hotbox his whip, i see five hippies
yeah, i’m known for it, i don’t even mind trippin’

- otm

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