Macarena (feat. Notti Osama)

DD Osama

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    Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena
    Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle
    Alegría y cosa buena
    Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena
    Eh, macarena, ¡ay!

    We talkin' 'bout opps, spin in the V
    (Like, what?)
    Better duck when you run into me
    Let's smoke on them Crips, got put on a tee
    (Damn) oY or no Y, I ain't switchin' my team
    Got a deuce with a big-ass beam
    If you wanna die just run into (me)
    If you wanna die just run into, grrah
    If you wanna die just run into
    Dead Makks, on my O
    Fuck JB, got hit in his throat (JB)
    Yo, Notti, roll Blay
    Mix with Woo Lotti, give a fuck 'bout Kay
    (Rippy) roll Dummy, he funny, grrah
    That's a face to the face (grrah-grrah-grrah)
    Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

    That's a face to the face
    Lotti had died and they ain't do a thing
    (Lotti) spin through the 8 and we
    Ain't shootin' from deep
    Free Banga, you know that he tweaked
    Face-shot gang, where the Beniga spleef?
    (Spleeza)
    But it's always a dead nigga every week
    Gotta make sure it won't be, grrah
    (Grrah-grrah)
    Gotta make sure it won't be a me
    Yeah, it's O-block or no block
    Scream: DOA, yeah
    I'm dumpin' like two chops
    (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
    Like, Chase, you a bitch
    That's why yo' ass got slapped with the grip
    On bro, stop lyin' and shit (Lotti)
    How many niggas gon' die on they drill?
    Smokin' JB, he stuck in my spliff
    (Like, what?)

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    Here with DD, let's take a trip
    We ain't these fans, we stay with a grip
    Like, J Star the Makk then
    We dump out the whip (Ewokk)
    JB ass died so I'm tappin' my shh
    JB ass died so I'm tappin' my neck on the set
    How the fuck do you die in your 'jects?
    Rah Rah, JayRip, both got me laced
    How the fuck do you die the day
    Spin through the opps, bitch
    I'm leavin' no trace

    Lotti had died and they ain't do a thing
    Like, fuck it, that nigga today (Grrah)
    I'ma just up and leave him where he lay
    Yo, Uddy, that's a opp?
    Brodie go geek, go up it and flock
    Can't link no bitch if I don't got knocks
    (Grrah-grrah, boom, grrah)

    Can't link no bitch if I
    Don't got knocks, grrah-grrah, boom
    We talkin' 'bout opps, spin in the V
    Better duck when you run into me
    Let's smoke on them Crips, got put on a tee
    OY or no Y, I ain't switchin' my team
    Got a deuce with a big-ass beam
    If you wanna die just run into
    If you wanna die just run into, grrah
    If you wanna die just run into me
    Grrah, smokin' all deads, nigga suck my dick
    Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah

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    Composición: dd osama y Notti Osama

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