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vengeance - sugarhill ddot lyrics

[verse 1: sugarhill ddot]
why they talkin’ on bro like this sh*t a joke?
whe*when i hop out the v i’ma throw (grrah*grrah boom)
yus gz, stop talkin’ on notti
like you ain’t get shots to ya body
try*tryna slide through the 8, tryna catch lil’ scottie
if i catch her, beat her with the grip
’cause they talk on lil’ notti, you know that it’s lit
all that 41 sh*t to my d*ck

[verse 2: yus gz]
notti, country, smelly, bobby
every osama i see, i’ma throw (i’ma throw)
roscoe da g, gotta cross out the o
oh, that’s e wit’ the dot? put a hole in his throat, like (grrah*grrah)
new drop, now they bop just smoke
he got poked in his belly, thinkin’ sh*t a joke, like (grrah*grrah, ahh)
and he dead, run ’em over, lil’ brodie gon’ throw it up close, like
throwin’ shot after shot (grrah*grrah)
like, how many n*ggas gon’ duck on that block? (baow*baow*baow)
like, 40k, thеm n*ggas movin’ wock’
like, jdotty be fiendin’ to clеar the whole block (don’t run, baow*baow*baow)
f*ck a stepper, we stompin’ when my n*ggas flock (grrah, grrah)
bro roll down the window, there go the opps (baow*baow, ah)
they on my block, all they heard was, “grrah” (grrah)
big ebs, everybody shot (everybody shot)
[verse 3: sugarhill ddot]
both of they moms dead
when i slide, better duck with your b*tch (grrah*grrah boom)
got a target, i bet i won’t miss
got a glock on my waist, i been fiendin’ to cl!ck (ah)
notti bop? that was funny
smokin’ lay, he went out like a dummy (lay lay)
don’t forget that i’m smokin’ on dummy
you get shot if you hop like a bunny

[verse 4: kyle richh]
mans—mans ran, they was watching him leak (watching him leak, l mans)
sh*t sad, that could never be me (never be me, like, d*mn)
i got money, i’m never on feet (like, what?)
like, yo, sheik (d*mn), reverse the v (like, d*mn, d*mn*d*mn*d*mn)
notti did bad on a mission (mission)
aggressor, turned to a victim (d*mn, victim)
like, k*roy, lt, been blitzed ’em (blitzed ’em)
d*mn, notti ain’t make it to christmas (grrah, grrah, grrah)
like, lil’ bro ain’t make it to 15 (15)
when he was dissin’, it wasn’t an issue (grrah)
dd wishin’ he was there to get you (get you, what?)
s—stop crying, bro need a tissue (like, d*mn)
f*ck 14, in my gonchies (like, what?)
last opp got sparked tryna punch me (d*mn, d*mn*d*mn*d*mn)
bullets is kickin’ and bendin’ his lungs in (bl!cked)
walk up, can’t bring these guns in
me and iffy put out for the hood
since a kid, buggin’ and thuggin’ (grrah, grrah)
n*ggas broke, they be runnin’ and duckin’ (grrah, grrah)
a—ain’t been touched, i been feelin’ invincible (grrah, grrah, grrah)
f*ck that, mr. principle
n*ggas frontin’, i might have to finish you (grrah, grrah)
yo, jenn, pass me the knocka (grrah, grrah)
like, i been itchin’ to finally drop ’em
[verse 5: jenn carter]
how you dissin’? i don’t understand, like, she a bop and she doin’ the bop (like, d*mn)
how you dissin’? you n*ggas is popped (grrah*grrah, boom)
he got poked in his hips, so i’m punchin’ that spot (like what, like what?)
41k then he died (grrah*grrah, boom) by the poke, can*can’t remember the shots that i throw (like, what?)
when i’m smoking on notti, i’m high as a ghost (grrah*grrah, boom)
too*too fast, might crash that whip (crash that whip, like)
might throw ten shots and dip (dip, like), ta throw five, they bodies drop (like, what?)
how notti in a box? (notti) like i’m carter, can’t be stopped (grrah*grrah, boom)
and they saying that jenn got the what? (d*mn), mix it with sprite, add in some liquor (some liquor)
41k, but that n*gga a bum (grrah*grrah, boom)
and since i’m a*, i’ma beat on his sister

[final verse: yus gz]
that n*gga dead, now his big bro poppin’ (body dead)
f*ck 13, 14 rockin’
we on that block and we 14 boppin’
i told brodie, “keep pokin’, don’t stop” (don’t stop)
we the opps, we get it poppin’ (we the opps)
how you 43rdk? n*gga, stop it (stop it)
why they talkin’ ’bout they lotti boppin’? (baow*baow)
notti just died, now this lil’ n*gga poppin’ (notti)
left hand out, clutch on a bic
after that, put that sh*t to the spliff (to the spliff)
keep fl!ckin’, keep fl!ckin’ (grrah, grrah)
notti got poked, he got sent to the ditch (and he dead)
left hand out, clutch on a bic (like)
after that, put that sh*t to the spliff (baow*baow*baow)
keep fl!ckin’, keep fl!ckin’
notti got poked, he got sent to the ditch (notti)

- sugarhill ddot lyrics

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