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dc stamp - omelly lyrics

[verse 1]
osama twin llamas from the dc camp
you like to run your mouth you the people’s champ?
that sh-t gon’ get your t-shirt damp
a tag on your toe p-ssy n-gga that’s the dc stamp
i carry tools with my jewels you n-ggas thinking jackpot
but walk up on me you gon’ hear that mac pop
glizzy with the ladder in the stash box
black talon that’ll knocked down a sasquatch
all i know is get it on the back block
they see you balling put the calling now the feds watch
been collecting paper like a mailbox
n-gga i ain’t got to touch it i just call shots
omelly the name f-ck n-gga get it clear
been snapping them racks and breaking squares
slicing down bricks don’t let it smear
vaseline electric tape how i got it here

[hook]
i’m still riding dirty with the mop sticks
glock thirty you don’t want to hear this hot sh-t
f-ck n-gga you don’t want to feel this hot sh-t
p-ssy n-gga you don’t want to feel this hot sh-t
i’m still riding dirty with the mop sticks
glock thirty you don’t want to feel this hot sh-t
f-ck n-gga, f-ck n-gga, f-ck f-ck f-ck n-ggas

[verse 2]
it’s funny n-ggas thought they had the drop on me
had to change their plans you know i keep the wop on me
d-ck head nothing else but thirty shots on me
[?] they called the cops on me
got the d’s and the swat on me
kicking in my grandmother door they trying to get the drop on me
state trooper try to pull me i’mma give him gas
and f-ck the taskforce i’m still getting cash
that’s your man you better ride with him
come around with that f-ck sh-t let that fire hit him
cashmere sweater on with my weapon on
high top louboutins who you moving on
busted down rollie strapped down shawty
keep my name out your f-cking mouth if you don’t know me
i know you a rat, you n-ggas can’t spin me
seen the f-cking paper work and i know it’s code d

[hook]

[verse 3]
don’t play with the fam cause i’ll down you
them n-ggas ain’t rocking or rolling get them from round you
don’t get flamed from his big boy sh-t the four pounder
in the kitchen still flopping the fish we call it flounder
i’m still dc stepping dc repping
fake n-ggas want me booked up [?]
they left me in this rap game d-mn this sh-t a blessing
don’t matter if the city is safe you know i keep my weapon
all my n-ggas get paper do it look like we stressing
trim the gr-ss for the snakes you know i learned my lesson
i’m still posted back block where you can find me at
my old head threw me a brick told em drown with that
my [?] said it’s f-cked up threw me nine of that
stay strapped black mac sh-t osama back
stay strapped black mac sh-t osama back
all my n-ggas cold silent we don’t f-ck with rats

[hook]

- omelly lyrics

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