Chords for Notti Osama x DD Osama x SugarHill Ddot x - Too Tact (lyrics) “you know that we smokin' on Lotti”

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Notti Osama x DD Osama x SugarHill Ddot x - Too Tact (lyrics) “you know that we smokin' on Lotti” chords
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Damn, half 8.
[F#]
[F#]
That can never be me.
Yo, G's got shot in his leg.
Fuck that, JB got fat.
These niggas like Batman and Robin.
We see a oppa go aim for his noggin.
Two tack, three two, got prep, beam his back.
Gang, gang.
It's a porn, Jay Muffin get beat up or knock his band.
The right shot, he got sent to the doctor.
Like, who the fuck is a flocker?
Gang in the spot, when you get to.
Who comes down with the fuckers?
The trendy, I see a opp, toss shots in his belly.
And we sippin' the Henny, gang.
The spot we get, we pay, bitch.
We sippin' the opps, they fly shot.
We hit the corner, they do it again.
And you know that we fuck with the fucks.
We see a opp, toss shots in his muffin.
Bitch, ain't no, we smokin' on.
Smokin' on Lottie, dumb lil' nigga, I sent him.
I be takin' him out, I'ma text him to you.
[D] Now he gon' keep goin', I'll be that [A] smoke.
I pull up on the lookie, he's full of a mug.
Pull up on the lookie, he's full of a [F#] mug.
You gossip with the Ceph, all I see is friends.
Get your flocker, put him right up bad.
Get your flocker, put him right up bad.
Gang, gang.
Nigga, y'all know who the fuck is, man.
Look, look.
I do, V's too old.
And you know he gon' die by the post.
Smokin' on Lottie, that boy gon' be dead.
If I catch me, the two wolves late.
Smokin' on Gutted, he right in the post.
Now I put [A] that smoke on the mic.
[F#] And you know that I'm really old-timing.
Catch a gun and put him in the sky.
And you know what time it is, gon' be lit.
I call him Nottie, then he lay in the sky.
And you know that it's gon' be lit.
Call him my Uri, [G#] he's out in the cold light.
And you know that I'm trackin' the [A] Ovi, drop my O.
You can turn it to a [F#] lottie, hit him once, I'ma catch him in the body.
And you know that I'm smokin' on J.
Smokin' on J, but that boy gon' be dead.
We gon' spit to the back, and we leavin' the place.
And you know that I'm [G#] droppin' the 4th.
And [C#] you know that I'm droppin' the 4th.
[F#] See, yo, 2U know it's lit.
Ayo, Taylor, better up your chop.
And you niggas ain't never want nothin'.
Smokin' on Madstab, boy, in the sky.
Madstab, Madstab, Smoke that gun, nigga.
Nigga, smoke on that gun.
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Damn, half 8.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ That can never be me.
Yo, G's got shot in his leg.
Fuck that, JB got fat.
These niggas like Batman and Robin.
We see a oppa go aim for his noggin.
Two tack, three two, got prep, beam his back.
Gang, gang.
It's a porn, Jay Muffin get beat up or knock his band.
The right shot, he got sent to the doctor.
Like, who the fuck is a flocker?
Gang in the spot, when you get to.
Who comes down with the fuckers?
The trendy, I see a opp, toss shots in his belly.
And we sippin' the Henny, gang.
The spot we get, we pay, bitch.
We sippin' the opps, they fly shot.
We hit the corner, they do it again.
And you know that we fuck with the fucks.
We see a opp, toss shots in his muffin.
Bitch, ain't no, we smokin' on.
Smokin' on Lottie, dumb lil' nigga, I sent him.
I be takin' him out, I'ma text him to you.
[D] Now he gon' keep goin', I'll be that [A] smoke.
I pull up on the lookie, he's full of a mug.
Pull up on the lookie, he's full of a [F#] mug.
You gossip with the Ceph, all I see is friends.
Get your flocker, put him right up bad.
Get your flocker, put him right up bad.
Gang, gang.
Nigga, y'all know who the fuck is, man.
Look, _ look.
I do, V's too old.
And you know he gon' die by the post.
Smokin' on Lottie, that boy gon' be dead.
_ If I catch me, the two wolves late.
Smokin' on Gutted, he right in the post.
Now I put [A] that smoke on the mic.
[F#] And you know that I'm really old-timing.
Catch a gun and put him in the sky.
And you know what time it is, gon' be lit.
I call him Nottie, then he lay in the sky.
And you know that it's gon' be lit.
Call him my Uri, [G#] he's out in the cold light.
And you know that I'm trackin' the [A] Ovi, drop my O.
You can turn it to a [F#] lottie, hit him once, I'ma catch him in the body.
And you know that I'm smokin' on J.
Smokin' on J, but that boy gon' be dead.
We gon' spit to the back, and we leavin' the place.
And you know that I'm [G#] droppin' the 4th.
And [C#] you know that I'm droppin' the 4th.
[F#] See, yo, 2U know it's lit.
Ayo, Taylor, better up your chop.
And you niggas ain't never want nothin'.
Smokin' on Madstab, boy, in the sky. _ _ _
Madstab, Madstab, Smoke that gun, nigga.
Nigga, smoke on that gun.
_ _ _ [N] _