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Peter Pan - NOTTI OSAMA feat. DD OSAMA & SUGARHILL DEDE (OFFICIAL AUDIO)
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I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored, we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
Like, what
Grrah-grrah
We gon' go to the opps
We gon' creep on they block
Catch a Flock, you hearin' them shots
If you fuck up, it's me and my knocks
And I do it for bro, like bitch
We some 'ooters we takin' they souls
Notti with me I say throw he gon' throw
That's the end of ya life if ya don't got a pole
Like Move home, that's a fact
Bro in the spot and he droppin' the hat
Don't move, off get whack
Dropping my O, he get turned to a pack
On bro, just chill, if we see the opps
Just pass me the steel
I'mma geek i'mma pop me a pill
When everything dead, yea I be on ya field
Like no I can't lack gotta bring me a heater
Pop out the dark
Yeah, them nigga ain't seen us
Hop out, all black and we ski'd up
DOAK, tell them niggas come see us (DOAK)
I keep shooting till i'm going deaf
We go cool with the deuce
Better show me respect (Grrah Grrah Grrah Grrah)
We gon' do him like JB one
Shot to the neck
Yus Gz shoulda died
He got hit in his chest
(Yus Gz shoulda died)
Like how many niggas done died
Spin to the opps, nobody survive
Matt Sav got put in the sky
If I catch a Flocka, i'm lettin' it fly
Spin through got the gun on my hip
One false move he get turned to a spliff
DD, wait, just pass me the grip
And we smoking on Rippy
That shit got a kick
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah
Boom
Gang, OY, OG, gang, grrah, grrah
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Benzo be punching my brain
I was late night trynna catch me a stain
(Benzo)
Fuckin' ya bitch on the main
Notti be flockin' he putting in pain
Don't talk shit, like
Spin through ya block and im throwing like
Six
Die four, Die 5ive, Die Six
Mel pop out and he i wavin' the stick
Zay told me don't hop out, chill
I'm going kuu when I step in the Ville
Like fuck it, let's go on a drill
Run up on me, nigga you gettin' killed
In the streets I be movin' too tact
Run up on me it go brrd bat
Talkin' on bro you get packed
Kay pop out and he waving the strap
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