| Woo! |
| woo!
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| Oh my goodness
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| Tell them pussy opp boy
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| They know I dissed 'em
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| Yeah
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| Bitch ass nigga
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| Know I dissed 'em
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| Yeah
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| Uh, check me out
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| Uh
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| Make sure all my old bitches know that I missed 'em
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| 'Bout to get some more money and mind my business
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| I’m not stunin' lil money, you owe me pennies
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| On my brother, them my co-pilot, he know my business
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| Bitch just dropped a dot, dot
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| I found out the ticket
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| We gon' blow you down, nigga, 'cause we know you with 'em
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| Left his head in front of his buildin', we just blew this business
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| And I got red inside my system, need a stolen kidney
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| Skate
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| That shit comin' fast
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| They know what it was
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| I’m onto this fashion
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| I just blew me a bag
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| To go in the club
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| A whole nother bracket
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| These niggas don’t know
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| 'Bout the grade A bud
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| I ain’t gon' change
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| Get disrespectful and use my fame
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| And go get your man top put on my chains and things
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| A couple of rings
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| Yeah, I got a stain
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| I put a graveyard in the game
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| They callin' me Cain
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| Just stay out my lane
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| I’m just a dog that got out the cage that cannot be tamed
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| You can tell by my fangs
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| They talkin' 'bout dirty, I’m knee-deep in the mud in my face
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| I got guns and drugs on my case
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| Too many guns in my place
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| Too many dubs, too many hundreds to pay
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| Puttin' shit right on his head
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| Put him in bed
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| Let him lay down with his bae
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| I ain’t stunin' nonsense, bitch
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| The cops came in here bustin'
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| I had runts inside my oven, that’s a whole damn bag
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| No time for the tusslin'
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| Put them racks inside the duffle
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| Bitch, you must thought I was bluffin'
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| I got old man cash
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| Okay, I’m gon' leave a opper out in no man’s land, uh
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| We gon' slide them doors back in old man vans
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| These are Louboutins, these ain’t Cole Haans, man
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| Catch a cold hand, hit like cocaine
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| Kurt Cobain slain in my domain, uh
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| Liu Kang kick it, purple potion
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| I got white bitches out in Notre Dame
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| I know you don’t but they do think I’m important, bae
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| Me and lee 'bout to get these vests that cost a quarter K
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| My partners still servin' that shit, make a quart a day
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| Why would you lie to me?
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| You tried to deny fully
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| On top of the lies, I see you partner’s disguise, bully
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| He couldn’t beat a nigga if his hands was tied to him
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| I wouldn’t leave these niggas, my man’s still tied to 'em
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| I plan advise
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| Don’t plan to lie to him
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| I am the guy my mans will die for him
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| I am the deiform of God descendent
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| Let’s see if you’ll die for him
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| Let’s rob this nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Opp Boy , by - Skooly. Song from the album Nobody Likes Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп