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letra de evil twins (pt. 1) - sugarhill ddot

[intro: notti osama & sugarhill ddot]
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah n-gga
everybody shot n-gga
b-tch, oyogz
grrah, grrah
oh notti osama in the building b-tch
grrah, gang-gang, grrah, grrah

[verse 1: sugarhill ddot]
how the f-ck you went dumb wit’ the duece?
lil’ n-gga, i keep me a 40
got a shorty, she ready to ride
told her to pass me the chop, threw the purse
n-ggas know that we droppin’ the rakes, spin through the block and we causin’ a scene, like (boom)
n-ggas know my body, we smokin’ on lotti (lotti)
smokin’ on ms, that boy got me faded
like i said, new opp in the air
smokin’ on jb, that boy got me deady
doak, them n-ggas on nothin’
i be fiendin’ to up it and cl!ck
catch me a flocka, i’m uppin’ the score
smokin’ on nazzy (nazzy, nazzy-nazzy)
i don’t care, if it’s up, then it’s stuck
catch me j.o bandz and wе turn ’em to runtz

[verse 2: notti osama]
i’ma tell y’all what happenеd
they spin through, thought they was low
lotti got poked, he got poked through the coat
b-tches line put a gun to her head
make her {caushy?}, wishin’ me death
b-tch i’ma demon, i make her see red (like, glah)
and no i ain’t playin’ no more
see a flocka, take him out his rasta
and nazzy got left on his back
kenzo, that’s your brother, get back
and y’all n-ggas keep dissing, dissing, dissing
like, glah
choppas come spin
i got a glock on my waist, i been cl!cking
and y’all n-ggas ain’t doing sh-t (sh-t)
b-tch (grrah, gang-gang b-tch)
grrah (nazzy) grrah
nazzy (nazzy)
grrah, grrah, b-tch
grrah, gang-gang
[verse 3: sugarhill ddot]
when we spin, yeah we causing a movie
he’ll get shot if he yellin’ out whoopty
n-ggas know my body, it’s lit
see me a drilly, i’m dumping the clip
like, why is they playing with ddot?
call up the bros and they throw more than six (grrah, grrah)
grrah, grrah
call up the bros and they throw more than six

[verse 4: notti osama]
when we spin to the opps, it hit
i’m {?} notti, we up it nd blitz
and dd my ooter, he up it and cl!ck
see a flocka, put him in a spliff
i’m smoking his dad, he resting in p-ss
tg you ain’t doing sh-t (sh-t)
grrah, grrah, gang-gang
lil n-gga, i’m smoking your father
catch set da trend and i’m clearing the block out
like, he can’t keep talking that, they in the store
like why ms on the floor
jayrip, jayrip
jayrip a flocka, his ass got hit (jayrip)
grrah, grrah, gang-gang b-tch grrah
[verse 5: sugarhill ddot]
how the f-ck you went dumb wit’ the duece?
lil’ n-gga, i keep me a 40
got a shorty, she ready to ride
told her to pass me the chop, threw the purse
n-ggas know that we droppin’ the rakes, spin through the block and we causin’ a scene, like (boom)
n-ggas know my body, we smokin’ on lotti (lotti)
smokin’ on ms, that boy got me faded (faded)

[outro: notti osama]
b-tch
gang-gang-gang n-gga
suck my f-cking d-ck b-tch

- sugarhill ddot

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