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nunchuccs - otm lyrics

(duse making slaps, trick)
[verse 1: bluepesos]
watch your words we know a lotta type of language
where you get that hundiddy chop? tom clancy
stop saying you gon blow it on a n*gga you just clutched it
brought the street sweeper 21, no they got dusted

[chorus: bluepesos]
i just hit kenny with a round house and nunchuccs
exotic pop mixed with the wok might be cream soda
n*ggas got the nerve tryna beef but they’re done for it
that co*sign you got don’t mean sh*t you make no noise

[verse 2: bluepesos]
p put the slap on a n*gga he’s a lil boy
quit the chit chat and small talk, get to the point
his daddy was a rat he followed suit ain’t nothing changed
it cost to be the boss in other words n*ggas gotta pay
bring the chop to the block and ill bring the k
any n*gga say he got up on me prolly lying
it’s a sleepover just know im finna bop his(?)
ufo on the one ten i got rocket
i got johnny rocket

[verse 3: duffy]
off the muscle here to get it poppin
threw that boy a couple sh*lls rip to (?) brain
if it ain’t about the uchies i am not replying
johnny rocket on my hip b*tch i move in silent
tough guy why you never be outside with us?
pippy and shanaynay both tryna spend the night with us
the fans know you ain’t a slider, why you lying to em?
i get hater vibes every time i stand beside n*ggas
i’ll put the slap on that n*gga he’s a lil boy
quit the loud mouthing i ain’t with the going back and forth
you was prolly crying up in in court n*ggas not joints
otm put points on the board yea another score
i just pulled up with chop sticks and some nunchuccs
2023 who got these n*ggas heads pumped up?
fake n*ggas snake n*gga both getting no love
rob who? sn*tch what? you n*ggas sound dumb
rip sensei the cold demons black belt
you was born last year but this year you ain’t make try outs
n*ggas hanging around with snitches let me find out
kim lee just got his front door kicked down
[chorus: bluepesos] x2
i just hit kenny with a round house and nunchuccs
exotic pop mixed with the wok might be cream soda
n*ggas got the nerve tryna beef but they’re done for it
that co*sign you got don’t mean sh*t you make no noise

- otm lyrics

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