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letra de more opps please - kai andrew$

[chorus]
juice, juice, juice
pulling up on you like bossman, i got a game plan, juice, juice
all of you n-ggas is b-tch made, we ain’t the same man
cc dg lv bags in the back of an sls
ceo, hop in ghost
been going hard since 2015, i’m coaxin’
pour up a four, ain’t going broke
stacking this bread, doin’ too much, you ain’t know it

[verse 1]
it don’t get better than this, it don’t get better than this
kai got the juice and the sauce and a palm with itch, mhm
and i got confidence now, so i’m taking your b-tch
nah, i kid, i don’t have time for the sh-t
i need to make me a brick, look how my clothing fit
and watch when i walk i’m lit, and watch how you talk, i blitz
give me a opp, i’ll pack him out like i’m moving outta the crib
brodie i’m amped up and sh-t, you know what it is
talk bad on my dogs, i’m moving like john wick
i put on masterclass, you ain’t know sh-t
see when i clеnch fist, i’m talking bout pen grip
rap game tough
you n-ggas gon’ quit
you n-ggas gon’ quit
stop dressing so unoriginal, you scaring thе hoes, b-tch
stop talking like you got a set at home, bro, they playing doll house, they playing dirty now, and i’m bout to clean ’em out
[chorus]
juice, juice, juice
pulling up on you like bossman, i got a game plan, juice, juice
all of you n-ggas is b-tch made, we ain’t the same man
cc dg lv bags in the back of an sls
ceo, hop in ghost
been going hard since 2015, i’m coaxin’
pour up a four, ain’t going broke
stacking this bread, doin’ too much, you ain’t know it

[verse 2]
i’m moving pristine bro, like i’m in big league bro
my sh-t is too clean bro, they sh-t is artificial bro
your boy is a salad dressing bro, your hoe is a salad dressing bro
your squad is a salad dressing bro, some of ’em salad dressing bro
we cannot hang my nish, me, i do real, that’s it
and i know talk is fickle, it’s weak and brittle
me, i got ammo packs in the back of my iphone app, it’s lethal
english handbook vibes with a mac, dawg, these are my bells and whistles. let me load up my missile

k.a.i shade away, bout time that i save the day
look dawg, i won’t give ’em break
f-ck a villain phase, y’all is trying hard like an audition out on stage
that’s just how i feel outta the gate, and y’all ain’t clocked that, sorry i’m late
why they pretend? all of ’em fake
the song hit hard, catch this fade
i’ll cook ’em up, put ’em all on a plate, then throw it out, i ain’t that sh-t
okay, look, i got it short for you n-ggas, i can’t even lie
you scallywags ain’t proving sh-t, i spit like i’m ready to die
[pre-chorus]
catch this fade b-tch, catch this fade b-tch
he a b-tch and a hoe f-ck him up b-tch
f-ck it em up shade, box em up shade
he a b-tch and a hoe f-ck him up shade
f-ck him up shade. catch this fade b-tch
catch this fade b-tch. huh, huh, huh

[outro]
i just peeped my left shoulder got a bigger chip
you know how it get. that’s just how it is

- kai andrew

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