Top Songs By DD Osama
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
DD Osama
Stimme und Gesang
NLE Choppa
Stimme und Gesang
Dee Play4Keeps
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dee Play4Keeps
Texte
Bryson Potts
Texte
Adrian Lau
Komponist:in
Elias Cash Reitzfeld
Komponist:in
J. Malphurs
Komponist:in
Donovan Winters
Komponist:in
Tarrez Antonio Scott
Komponist:in
David DeShaun Reyes
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
ELIWTF
Produzent:in
Adrian Lau
Produzent:in
Lyrics
(Every opp shot)
(Grrah)
(Grrah, grrah) (Is that Chris?)
(OY) (A Lau on the beat)
(It's that DD Osama shit)
(Ayo Eli, what the fuck)
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (yeah)
Os, let's do it
Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em (Os, let's do it)
Yeah (grrah, grrah) like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do it (Os, let's do it)
Os, let's do it (Os, let's do it)
Yeah, grrah, grrah, Os, let's do it (yeah)
Os, let's do it
Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em (Os, let's do it)
Yeah (grrah, grrah) like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do it (Os, let's do it)
Os, let's do it (Os, let's do it)
They like Sha Gz, you on what?
Like your mans ain't get shot in the butt
Keep talkin' on Notti, can't wait 'til I see you
I'ma have your stomach lookin' see-through
Woo, rah rah (ayy)
One got poked, and the other got shot in his matha
Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy
Catch me a Bunny, we gon' make him hop
O-O, let's do it like Wa-, like Waka
Blitz him, chase 'em down like-
Why these fuck niggas say that I'm flock
I'ma spin through the Sev tryna make something drop
Call of duty, shot after shot
Heard it's two shooters, heard he get flopped
What you gon' do if I bend through that block?
On a bike, it was me and DDot
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do it
Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, grrah grrah, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do it
Os, let's do it
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (grrah)
Os, let's do it
Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, oh, let's do it (ayy, ayy)
Os, let's do it (ayy, ayy)
Os, let's do it (grrah-grrah)
Let's do it, let's go (brr, brr)
Been had a body, but I want a few more
SWAT team with the po, caught a opp 'fore I caught a cold
Never had to wipe my nose in the field like a sack
In the back seat with the MAC
Got athlete foots, we runnin' down on that
Left the brains out, have the wig out
No kids out, his mama on the scene like "Damn!"
Notti boppin', you'll get popped
Like a hair stylist, see the dreadlocks (grr)
Cut 'em off til he fed off
Like a Ku Klux, we keep K's out (yeah)
Ransom when we hold you
I need a vance and I'm too cold, dude
Put him on a TV, old news, nigga
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah (brr), Os, let's do it (let's do)
Os, let's do (let's go)
Os, let's (grrah-grrah)
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (let's do it)
Os, let's do it (let's go)
Run-down Gang, we gon' boom 'em
Yeah, like, Os, let's do it
Os, let's do-, Os, let's do- (brr)
Os, let's-, Os, let's do- (grrah-grrah)
Haha, I don't know why the hell
Writer(s): Juaquin Malphurs, Donovan Winters, Bryson Lashun Potts, Adrian Lau, David Reyes, Dharan Basavaraj, Tarrez Scott, Elias Cash Reitzfeld, Donnell Alexander
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