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letra de oop bitch - j. stalin

[verse 1: j. stalin]
i be running these b-tches, but never cum in these b-tches
she on top of a n-gga, up and down like switches
you be using the car, i know ’bout every mission
she know you ain’t a k!ller, she know me, i’m the realest
she be praying for me, she know i be f-cking with hittas
she know you ain’t ’bout that life, and you just hang with them n-ggas
she know we ’bout them digets, she know we counting figures
she know anytime we slide, we ain’t sparing no b-tches
i be nutting in her mouth, and you still tongue kiss her
i don’t trust that b-tch, she be f-cking the opposition
she just told me where you be, so we back on a mission
chopper out the sunroof, my n-ggas back on that drifting

[chorus: j. stalin]
i’m [?] k!ll this n-gga, and go and f-ck his b-tch
’cause i be f-cking the opp b-tch
d-mn my b-tch, that’s the opp b-tch
d-mn my b-tch, that’s the opp b-tch
rosky dosky
opps f-cking the opp b-tch, rosky dosky
i was f-cking the opp b-tch, rosky dosky
told her “f-ck your n-gga, come boss me boss me”

[verse 2: slimmy b]
b-tch, come and give a n-gga head
your n-gga pull up trippin, i’m a shoot him in his head
beem on the glock, it ain’t green, that b-tch red
mud in my cup, it ain’t green, that sh-t red
b-tch, i’m that n-gga, nuf said
you can’t funk with me, you ain’t got enough bread
broke aass n-gga, ho ass n-gga
sleepin at your mama house, sharing clothes ass n-gga
nerd ass n-gga, you too old for that sh-t
bounce out with that k, yeah i’m known for that sh-t
tryna take my chain, you get domed for that sh-t
and why you loving on that b-tch? i put bone in that b-tch

[verse 3: j. stalin]
couple shots of henny, now my d-ck on swole
i just seen an opp n-gga, pass me the pole
and he with the b-tch, that i [?] last night
and no that ain’t his girlfriend, that’s his wife
you don’t know these b-tches [?] they be f-cking for free
cause if she was f-cking for a fee, it wouldn’t have been me
’cause i’m a playa ass n-gga, ain’t no trickin in me
had that b-tch bent over, going dumb on the d
i was [?] from her phone, you ain’t know it was me
told you i had a flat tire, and meet me on 12th street
gave your ass a [?] you was with your daughter
my n-ggas move like an army, call me sargent slaughter

- j stalin

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