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letra de opposition - 23kayb

[intro: 23kayb]
(guap)
mmm
(jah, heat it up)

[verse 1: 23kayb]
and they ain’t really lead slanging, b-tch, we really slanging iron
last n-gga played with us, that same n-gga end up dying
the opposition keep on hiding, like “why the f-ck you wasting time?”
i got your back and you got mine, i guess this cutter be my spine

[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
they know the last time somebody played with me, somebody died
upping straight from out the waist, this big b-tch shoot two at a time
walk ’em down, bap gon’ clap, they hit his back and break his spine
we slanging iron, their momma’s crying, that’s homicide every time they try

[verse 3: 23kayb]
i gotta split a n-gga sh-t since that lil’ hoe been dropping dimes
glock came with a cooling kit, plus with a switch, it’s hard to find
chapo on some ruthless sh-t, won’t never switch, no testifying
this glock 45 gon’ feed his mind, that p-ssy boy, he ain’t my kind

[verse 4: jaydayoungan]
you send your b-tch on a mission, won’t get your hoe back
n-gga, f-ck that sh-t, we steppin’ on your b-tch, we ain’t cutting no slack
got plenty lead to hit his head and leave him with a toe tag
they know how we play it, don’t aim for legs, we tryna knock his nose back
[verse 5: 23kayb]
this new glock fresh out the case, go get the drac’, this b-tch for jay
go slide his block, won’t leave a trace, we had a mask, can’t see a face
go and hit his head and close the case, them p-ssy boys know not to play
and if that b-tch got somethin’ to say, no surgeon sh-t, we’ll sn-tch your waist

[verse 6: jaydayoungan]
step on a n-gga in some j’s, shots to the face, can’t catch a fade
b-tch, i clutch on a .38, that’s twelve shots for you to take
hop in a splat, remove the plate, 7.62’s fresh out the drac’
we take his life, he out of place, f-ck 12, no trace, ain’t got a case

[verse 7: 23kayb]
i’ve been on my own grind, gon’ shine, ran it up in no time
p-ssy n-ggas cappin’ in them rhymes, ain’t slanging no iron
.45, glock 9, well i guess it’s your time
left him with a sh-t bag, guess them b-tches went through your spine (your spine)

- 23kayb

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