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letra de we found love (mashup) - young adri

[intro: dd osama]
every opp shot
grah
suck my d-ck
suck my d-ck
oy or no y

[verse: ice spice]
im ’bout to gas him, im poppin a titty
he lovin’ the way it get sticky
he a gangsta, i let him get in me
i feel like the baddest lil b-tch in my city
you not a barbie, its giving dirty
i f-ck her up, then i get st-rdy
grah, grah
i dont need luck, if im poppin’ this perky

[verse 2: dd osama]
lil’ ddot gon’ turn on his beam, dont forget im still droppin’ doa
catch a flocka, on me, he is not safe
and these n-ggas keep talkin’ on notti
i’ma spin through the sev, i’ma catch me homi’
call dudeylo, like, yo, “what’s the word”
he got the drop, lets spin through the third
catch me a 9, i’ma blow that [?]
he gon’ die by a poke, grah
40s n 9s, yeah, that sh-t hit a mil’
dont forget about dead opps
n-gga, dougie, he ran, caught a lеg shot
spin through the bronx, tryna make a new dеad opp, like
still tappin’ my neck ’cause that fat n-gga dead
and rah got put right to bed
two dead n-ggas, but one from the sev
[verse 3: ice spice]
these b-tches ain’t from where i’m from
im from the x, beat on a b-tch like its fun
d-mn, im so pretty and young
they say im next, like, “ice spice you really the one”
okay she mad ’cause i’m takin her spot
b-tches be needin’ n-ggas to get hot like
b-tch, im a baddie, im used to the spotlight
dont you compare me to b-tches im not like ( suck my d-ck)
grah, i got issues, think im a b-tch?, then comme see what this b-tch do, hop out the v and i promise ill blitz you
if you not my n-gga then why would i kiss you?
you crazy, you stupid,give you my heart like you better not lose it (suck my d-ck)
f-ck on ya bro like this sh-t amusin’
word, (grah)

[verse 4: dd osama]
jayripk saw the car, yeah, he shouldve fled (grah, grah)
now im back on my bullsh-t
catch a opp, i empty out the full clip
n-ggas be chattin’ but dont ever do sh-t, like
r-roll up a dead opp in a new spliff
n-gga, nazzy, yeah, he shootin’
mixin’ the rippy with jb
why the f-ck these n-ggas got me lazy ?
tg chattin’, got scared, what we do?
stop talkin’ on notti, you fool
5th to the sev, yeah, sh-t look cool
hope i see them, when i bend through
yellin’, “lil notti gang” when im in the booth
catch a 6, swept’ em with wit’ a broom ( like, grah)

[verse 5: ice spice]
saying you love me, then show that
old friends they watchin’ sendin’ me throwbacks
soon as i make it, they know i can’t go back
i got feelings, but i never show’ em
i dont talk about it, i just smoke’ em
going through sh-t, i dont think, i just go ’em
soon as i hop in the booth i’ma go ’em
grah, grah

[verse 6: dd osama & ice spice]
catch a 6, swept’ em with wit’ a broom, b-tch
all these n-ggas, they mad ’cause im up
like, f-ck it, it’s up and its stuck
youssef a b-tch, he got shot in the b-tt
talkin’ on notti, i’ma tell yall what’s up
totin’ a 30, why the f-ck would i lack?
mr. leave-a-n-gga-on-his-back
throw shots, pass off, get low from scene
lil ddot gon’ turn on his beam
i’ma get rich and thats word to my mother
grah, grah
i’ma get rich and thats word to my mother

- young adri

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