| Fuck y'all want from me?
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| Y'all don't want money, y'all don't want from me
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| Y'all wanna die in the chase of things
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| We all gon' die and embrace the thing
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| Trapped inside a burning church
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| Made it out alive, God know my worth
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| Raw face, Scarface
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| Y'all face more defeat, I know it hurts
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| 20 of 'em, 20 on call
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| Got 20 in my hand, got 20 on judge
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| Gave 20 to my dog, got 20 on girls
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| That'll fuck you to— (zoom zoom zoom)
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| That'll fuck you to fuck you over
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| Take your safe, take your keys, take your Rover
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| Take the heart you thought you had
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| Speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab
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| Opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
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| How you wanna play ball? |
| (you're dead to me)
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| [*Winner*] takes all (you're dead to me)
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| (You're dead to me, you're dead to me)
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| You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me)
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| Don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
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| Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
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| (You're dead to me)
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| Hey hey, ready, set, go crazy
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| Here to finesse, you see I'm getting mines
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| A life hit a nigga with a lemon's lime
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| Like what at night, we still committin' crimes, spittin' rhymes
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| Bought a coupe with the spinnin' rims, get inside
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| Bring a friend, bleedin' hands from the genocide
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| Clean me up, beam me up to the other side
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| Brothers die, 'cause coons turn to butterflies
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| They don't wanna see me sittin' in the Benz
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| They don't wanna see me livin' on the end
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| Of the city in a citywide bend
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| Show no pity in the city for the sin
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| They don't wanna see me gettin' to the check
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| They just wanna see me swimmin' in the debt
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| Don't drown on ground, wait until you hear
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| 9-1-1, freeze (zoom, zoom) dead
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| Opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
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| How you wanna play ball? |
| (you're dead to me)
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| [*Winner*] takes all (you're dead to me)
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| (You're dead to me, you're dead to me)
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| You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me)
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| Don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
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| Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
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| (You're dead to me)
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| I move like a millipede
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| When I flex them tendons like rubber trees
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| Young Millie Jackson back to the shit
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| Mouthpiece drawn, got a verbal armory
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| Stack bodies, not figurines
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| Move beneath the surface, submarine
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| I'm half machine, obscene with a light sword
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| Look inside the brain, it's a ride in the psych ward
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| What you standing on the side for?
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| Roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg
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| Spit slick, attack is subliminal
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| Flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister
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| Stand behind my own bars, like a seasoned criminal
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| Gotham City Streets, I'll play the *bleep*
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| Crushing any system, that belittles us
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| Antidote to every poison they administer
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| Switch it like time signatures
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| Colours in my aura tend cover the perimeter
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| Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through
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| Hi-rez lasers wanna (zoom, zoom, zoom)
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| Roll over your eyes
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| My strength ain't nothing like my size
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| Blades on the top, Kathleen Cleaver
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| Tangle my chords like a weaver
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| Opps on the radar (you're dead to me)
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| How you wanna play ball? |
| (you're dead to me)
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| [*Winner*] takes all (you're dead to me)
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| (You're dead to me, you're dead to me)
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| You know what zone I'm in (you're dead to me)
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| Don't care who you with (you're dead to me)
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| Watch me do my shit (you're dead to me)
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| (You're dead to me) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Opps , by - Vince Staples. Song from the album Black Panther The Album. Music From And Inspired By, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп