a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de fuk da opps - fredo osama

[intro]
they say they playin for keeps
ballin like miami heat (foe nem grave)
man h-ll nawl
ob sh-t

[verse]

man lil tayski need to stop think ralo only reason you hot ask booney is that hot sh-t hot dissin on foolie so he got what he got smokin on leeky while i’m on they block mixed with ricky i can’t stop me and my n-ggas we hittin dey block

got a 30 round clip i call it a mop d-mn larry got hit in his sh-t that’s right after he made that diss
don’t argue with n-ggas go argue with yo b-tch lil chris got a mop he gon dump that b-tch smokin on opps i be smokin on em daily with that beretta i be goin so crazy ion know that b-tch that is not my baby tay mama p-ssy really go crazy

dumpin thew them hunnits i be goin through em daily if you lack shoot you in yo leg obg, but i’m on college daily
n-ggas know how smokey he will play so crazy
bussin off flats we be shootin sh-t daily
jojo don’t want beef he a lil ass baby
we really inna streets we straight goin crazy
we really inna streets we straight goin crazy

you ride or die for yo n-ggas gon get crucified fo yo n-ggas (rip l’a man)

you ride or die for yo n-ggas gon get crucified fo yo n-ggas

we was crackin but ain’t neva sold no d-mn crack (bdk!)
rob a n-gga for his shoes come get yo shoes back (gang , gang)
ion f-ck with a opp b-tch shoot ha in ha sh-t
if she sayin that opp sh-t imma answer quick
smokey that’s smokey that’s bro god
put me and smokey onna drill and we gon go hard (on foe nem grave)

lokok them n-ggas dirty as h-ll and shoutout nyc my boys them n-ggas st-rdy as h-ll speedy still up in the county ain’t got sh-t on his books
all my n-ggas cookin sh-t yea we really some cooks
we pull up so fast and bronem poppin that trunk
and plus we movin like sum ninjas u not gon hear when we come crazy chris up inna back and he do drill for free and plus we goin to n-ggas homes knock em down like a tree

shooters come from two ways f-ck ralo headshot ralo shoulda had his gun wouldn’t caught a headshot f-ck ocg f-ck dtm these n-ggas know how i come and b-tch you know i’m lokok they ain’t even blowin no gun

we be pullin up on n-ggas hoppin out with them drums
poppin trunks blowin runts n-ggas know how we come
and if we don’t got tha 30 we gon do the lil 1
but f-ck a 1 on 1 no 1 on 1s these n-ggas get jumped
f-ck loe headshot p-ssy boy where ya heat
i ain’t gon lie sassy a bop and plus ha head super weak
want beef? don’t want beef you get left inna street shordy ass is unknown he not even from da streets

you see my jewelry my sh-t icy like it came off da boat

it look like you got yo sh-t when you went and got yo clothes
(what you got it from da arab n-gga tho?) (n-gga got it from da arab n-gga)

(he got that sh-t from ralo?)
you brought that sh-t out da sto
(laughs)

- fredo osama

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS