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letra de oppressed - rocky badd

[intro:]
i didn’t get this draco tatted for no reason
i got this b-tch tatted after a b-tch told me in her song
“you ain’t got enough muscle for the draco to kick back”

rocky, why you speaking on me, b-tch? i wasn’t speaking on you

yeah
you
been on my d-ck b-tch. you love my style

[verse 1:]
glock on me now and that b-tch fully loaded
why b-tches talking pistols and i know they homeless
do it for the gram, they don’t really want it
i got b-tches cliquin’ up ’cause they already folded
you got a big head, i got a big gun (i got a big gun)
i want b-tches dead, don’t care which one (don’t care which one)
i put b-tches on they heads, tell ’em get some
we could scr-p or we could shoot, just tell ’em pick one
say she coming to the city, i should bring my n-gg-s
she must want me back in jail ’cause i’on play with n-gg-s
but my guys don’t need a reason, better save ya n-gg-s
when you finally get yo l b-tch don’t be blamin’ n-gg-s
cuban got her head bust for a free chain
molly linkin’ up with opps so she could scream gang
tatt a gun she never shot, i think the b-tch lame
never been a hoe, if it’s a problem i’mma speak names
i’ll chop the whole car, f-ck them b-tches ride
stunna came to detroit but the b-tch was high
they don’t really want no smoke, b-tches know i’m sly
’cause if it really came to it b-tches know they dyin’
molly on some sh-t, b-tch come get a testing
if she stay off my d-ck, sh-t i’ll give her extra
seen in person she ain’t sh-t so i don’t even sweat her
all she do is talk sh-t so i can’t even let her
you gave that p-ssy to a lame, now you mad about it
cuban f-cked a snitch n-gg-, ain’t no way she ’bout it
stunna p-ssy got a ticket, you can pay her out it
my n-gg- know my sh-t on lock so he don’t play about it

[hook:]
hoes still ain’t got a car, but they got a m
i’m a hustler. i’ll never see me roll with them
free hair and some clothes, b-tches think they goals?
whoever put you b-tches on know they f-ckin’ wrong

hoes don’t see a doctor, but they see me post
when i ran down on cuban that b-tch seen a ghost
i be thuggin’ in my city, it ain’t hard to find me
talkin’ n-gg-s that they f-cked is when they caught a body

[verse 2:]
yes, i’mma knock the color out these b-tches wigs
me turn down some beef? b-tch i never did
since these b-tches want me dead tell ’em get me then
y’all got abortions ’cause y’all know i woulda k!lled the kids
i’ll spit on b-tches mamas if i ever seen ’em
i’ll tell the truth. to be one hunnid, i do not believe ’em
hoes gathered all they n-gg-s just for one scar
and the picture in the cage, that was the dumbest part
lemme gather all my n-gg-s, ain’t no going home
head busted, teeth missin’, and some broken bones
cuban told the whole world she be callin’ 12
if i’on get ’em back on earth i’mma catch ’em in h-ll
b-tches catchin’ a sh-ll. they be cappin’ forreal
that nine on me like my jeans, ain’t no lackin’ forreal
b-tches actin’ forreal
give ’em action they tell
when you had braces in yo mouth, that’s not packin’ the steel
i think b-tches is jokes. besides pictures they broke
i let b-tches hang they self, i just give ’em the ropes
every b-tch that wanted beef say my song as a quote
that’s why they can’t stay away. sh-t, i’m better than dope
all y’all b-tches can die
they just sick i’m the goat
until they bury b-tches souls, i’mma bully them hoes
b-tches know what i’m on
just keep rappin’ for now
all that tough sh-t they was postin’, they takin’ it down
ain’t no takin’ me down
get to sprayin’ ’em down
and if you on them b-tches side then i’m layin’ you down
i’m in the booth like it’s a gym, sh-t i’m playin’ for now

i’m rocky badd, hard body. now say that i’m lyin’

[outro:]
b-tch

y’all already know what the f-ck i’m on

and you
been on my d-ck, b-tch. you love my style

and we keepin’ all that sh-t!

- rocky badd

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