DD Osama, Kay Flock, SugarHill Ddot - Thriller paroles de (lyrics)

Grrah, gang-gang-gang
Like, y'all know what’s goin' on man
OY or no Y grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah

You my baby, for you, I'ma end em’ (Grrah)
40s and 9s, I bet we gon stretch em'
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Good hair, good body, good face
The way you be lookin', just makes my day
(Grrah) lightskin shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way
(Grrah, like, grrah)
All eyes on her but she on the way
Yo Notti, throw-throw-throw
We catch a YG then we gotta blow
(Then we gotta blow)
So me, I'ma take that throne
Fuck Kay Flock, he ain't coming home
If he do, then we taking his life
Word to my O, I'ma up that pipe
SevsideK, I'm smoking on Ritе


Tell them niggas, "Get back"
'causе I know they hype

Like, bitch, I’m the face of the Bronx, like
I do what I want (I want)
I don’t need my gun
Uppin' my phone on my finger
I still make ’em run (Pussy)
Like, he say he go coo' with the deuce
He don't know what to do I'm
The Flock who go dumb (Who go dumb)
If he don’t got a mask, boy, that's his ass
(That's his ass) face recognition, he done
EBK, DOA, GBG babies (Babies)
We tote choppas like this shit the Navy
Old heads get boomed, we leave 'em lazy
(Pussy)
If you want me to slide, better pay me
(Pay me, nigga)
Bitch I'm the king of the Bronx, yeah
Obey me (Like)
Niggas cappin', like these niggas made me
Bitch I done up'd it, on niggas who raised me
He can get clicked on, thinkin' he wavy
(Dummy)
And I can't name a nigga who chased me
(Who chase me?)
And I can't name a nigga who chased me (Like)
Toting on 30's, Berettas, no safety
(No safety)
And I'm quick to up score like McGrady

Yo E with the dot creep, creep
Tryna put a Flocka right to sleep
Everything dead if he yell, "DOA" (DOAK)
Watch him run, I'ma pick up the pace
I'ma get so close, I'ma take off his face
(Grrah-grrah, boom) like, I'ma get so close
I'ma take off his face
(Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
Hop in the V go kuu', call up JJ
He throwin' like two (Two kicks)
Free Movelook and free AT
When they home, yeah, i know they gon' geek
(Free those guys)
And I'm still smoking all deads
If you want red, then come to my side
(Grrah-grrah, boom, everything dead)
And I'm just dropping YG and Sevside
'cause they talk on they guys

Now let's talk on the facts (Ahh)
C-HI I dead and he stuck in a pack
Smoking on Rippy, got shots to his back
(Rippy)
And we up on the score, we smoke Matt Sav
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
2WooK, yeah, I know that they mad
Fuck that, I'ma youngin, I'm toting this grip
If he try to run up, I'ma blick
(DD with me, he toting a grip)
And you know this shit no joke
Try to run up and you know I'ma throw
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Can't go out, like, bad, like (Shh)
Nigga got hit, how the fuck he survive?
(Matt Sav) smoking (Shh) that boy in the sky
DD with me and you know he won't let up
(Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah boom)
Catch a opp, shoot him through the sweater
I can't wait til' I catch me a Gunna
(Drilly shot)
Spin through the 8, they be ducking for cover
Ask how much times they done
Seen me this summer
Bend through the Two and we
Bed through the Nick
Can't forget, lil' (Shh) , got hit (Damn)
Smoking on Matt, this shit got a kick
Everything dead, yeah, I'm upping this blick
(Grrah-grrah, boom) glah, glah
Everything dead, yeah, I'm upping this blick

You my baby, for you, I'ma end em'
40s and 9s, I bet we gon stretch em'
(Stretch em')
Good hair, good body, good face
The way you be lookin', just makes my day
Lightskin shorty, she made a parade
All eyes on her but she on the way
(Grrah-grrah) all eyes on her but on the way

(Suck my dick, nigga, It's that DD nigga
Man, OY or no Y)
(Grrah, grrah)
(It's that Lil' Ddot nigga man
Everything dead)