We Found Love (Mashup)

[Intro: DD Osama]
Every Opp Shot
Grah
Suck My Dick
Suck My Dick
OY or no Y

[verse: Ice Spice]
Im 'bout to gas him, im poppin a titty
He lovin' the way it get sticky
He a gangsta, i let him get in me
I feel like the baddest lil bitch in my city
You not a barbie, its giving dirty
I fuck her up, then i get sturdy
GRAH, GRAH
I dont need luck, if im poppin' this perky

[Verse 2: DD Osama]
Lil' Ddot gon' turn on his beam, dont forget im still droppin' DOA
Catch a flocka, on me, he is not safe
And these niggas keep talkin' on Notti
I'ma spin through the Sev, I'ma catch me homi'
Call DudeyLo, Like, yo, "what's The Word"
He got the drop, lets spin through the third
Catch me a 9, i'ma blow that [?]
He gon' die by a poke, Grah
40s N 9s, yeah, that shit hit a mil'
Dont forget about dead opps
Nigga, Dougie, he ran, caught a lеg shot
Spin through the bronx, tryna make a new dеad opp, Like
Still tappin' my neck 'cause that fat nigga dead
And Rah got put right to bed
Two dead niggas, but one from the Sev

[Verse 3: Ice Spice]
These bitches ain't from where i'm from
Im from the X, beat on a bitch like its fun
Damn, im so pretty and young
They say im next, like, "Ice Spice you really the One"
Okay She mad 'cause i'm takin her spot
Bitches be Needin' niggas to get hot like
Bitch, im a baddie, im used to the Spotlight
Dont you compare me to bitches im not like ( Suck My Dick)
Grah, I got issues, Think im a bitch?, then come see what this bitch do, Hop out the V and i promise ill blitz you
If you not my nigga then why would i kiss you?
You crazy, You stupid, Give you my heart like you better not lose it (Suck my Dick)
Fuck on ya bro like this shit amusin'
Word, (GRAH)

[Verse 4: DD Osama]
JayRipk Saw the car, yeah, he shouldve fled (Grah, Grah)
Now im back on my bullshit
Catch a opp, i empty out the full clip
Niggas be chattin' but dont ever do shit, like
R-Roll up a dead opp in a new spliff
Nigga, Nazzy, yeah, he shootin'
Mixin' the rippy with JB
Why The fuck these niggas got me lazy ?
TG Chattin', got scared, what we do?
Stop talkin' on Notti, you fool
5th to the Sev, Yeah, shit look cool
Hope i see them, when i bend through
Yellin', "Lil Notti Gang" when im in the booth
Catch a 6, swept' em with wit' a broom ( Like, Grah)

[Verse 5: Ice spice]
Saying you love me, then show that
Old friends they watchin' sendin' me throwbacks
Soon as i make it, They know i can't go back
I got feelings, but i never show' em
I dont talk about it, I just smoke' em
Going through shit, I dont think, I just go 'em
Soon as i hop in the booth i'ma go 'em
GRAH, GRAH

[Verse 6: DD Osama & Ice Spice]
Catch a 6, swept' em with wit' a broom, bitch
All these niggas, They mad 'cause im up
Like, fuck it, it's up and its stuck
Youssef a bitch, he got shot in the butt
Talkin' on Notti, i'ma tell yall what's up
Totin' a 30, Why the fuck would i lack?
Mr. Leave-A-Nigga-On-His-Back
Throw shots, pass off, get low from scene
Lil Ddot gon' turn on his beam
I'ma Get rich and thats word to my Mother
GRAH, GRAH
I'ma Get rich and thats word to my Mother