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young adri – we found love (mashup) كلمات اغاني

[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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