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letra de opp pack - amphetamineabuser

verse 1: amphetamineabuser
yuhhhh b-tch im smokin opppack
she bouncin on my n-ts-ck
i ain’t chase a b-tch
i chase the bag
choppa hold a billion
thats a big ass mag
i just bought a brand new whip
and its f-ckin fast
i got f-ckin racks
100 mile tall stack
i can’t count my cash
cuz they ain’t invent a number that big yet
b-tch im sippin hi tech
ridin with a kel tech
look at my money it speak for itself
i dont even need to flex
whippin off of f-ckin x
f-ck a b-tch im after checks
diamonds flip, tech deck
smart b-tch give me brain
dumb b-tch just give me neck
money big as a t-rex
i just sent a bomb threat
and it was to complex
why would i f-ck with you?
your gang some rejects
f-ck you, no respect
f-ck you i dont care
your gang some f-ckin squares
opp pack blow it in the air
spend a mill on the clothes i wear
the way i ball, unfair
money tall, way up there
money long, from here to there
i have so much money they need to invent a new term for me like gazillionaire
ay
b-tch im in a mansion
my diamonds they dancin
money grow, expandin
money grow, elongate
pockets grow, gain weight
pockets fat, obese
b-tch i get that cheddar, that brie, that gouda, that swiss, that american
that pepperjack, that parmesan, that gruyere, that mozzarella, that feta
that colby jack, that queso
b-tch i get that f-ckin cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese
verse 2: lil demon
these n-ggas cappin and they really about it
say he got straps but really dont got it
and i know some n-ggas that pop up at houses
yo b-tch on my d-ck and [?]
that p-ssy i pound it i got that b-tch shoutin
[?]
just like nick cannon you know i be wildin’
you say you gon’ catch me lil n-gga i doubt it
i got dope [?]
b-tch wanna f-ck she in love with designer on my drawers
and now she gon give me a call
just like i’m lonzo i just wanna ball
put a big clip in the bl!ck that is small
i keep a [?]
i ain’t chasin cap but you know i’m a dog
i take your main b-tch put my d-ck in her jaw
ooh so disrespectful
movin too fast for these n-ggas foot on the pedal
ooh got sticks like a pretzel
i got my shooters with me so you better be careful
b-tch
they ain’t on my level
f-ck it i dip on a b-tch h-ll nah she ain’t special
she give me a brain like a [?]
i got the stick and a drum i ain’t talkin heavy metal
[?]
roll me a wood to the eighth
no we don’t diss on the net, n-ggas know we don’t play
hop in the whip with your bae
if she ain’t down to f-ck kick that b-tch out mma
ain’t really sh-t else to say
i’m k!llin this beat
they got my raps on replay
b-tch

- amphetamineabuser

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