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letra de 1 of them - vonoff1700

[intro]
(lollypop)
y’all d-ck ridin’ my appearance, bro, the f-ck? (uh, come on)
you dumb ass, come on (take my ad-libs out, turnt up, not burnt up, diss on the gang, gon’ get your dumb ass sent up)
alright, for real

[chorus]
n-gga, what ’bout the opps? them n-ggas some b-tches (what ’bout the opps? they ass some b-tch-ass n-ggas)
they get hit with switches and run out of town (the f-ck?)
last n-gga dissed on the gang, go check up on him, i think he six feet in the ground (he dead)
hit his ass all in his legs and he got back up, so spin this b-tch right back around
i see one of the opps, unlock my door, i’m finna dump him down
brr, bah, bah, this b-tch loud, that’s how that ten m sound (you know that)
the last thought it was sweet and dropped his lo’, his ass nowhere to be found (his dead ass)
tell the opps spin our block, we out right now, postеd up with unlimited rounds
my last vic’ ain’t see it comin’, shot him all in his stomach, we caught his dumb ass out of bounds (okay)

[verse]
you had a good shot on my head, i’m supposеd to be dead, take his gun ’cause that n-gga a clown (dumbass)
just got two twin dracs, one of them black and, n-gga, the other one brown
his dumb ass died eatin’ chips, he was shakin’ his hips, now we smoke his dumb ass out the pound (smokin’)
beat up his ride from the front to the back to the side, now he gotta get his sh-t out the pound (the f-ck?)
he tried to come swim with the sharks, he ain’t had no heart and that’s how his dumb ass drowned (dumbass, man)
caught his ass tryna get drunk and bounced out on him, we k!lled his dumb ass at the lounge (his dumb ass)
he dissed on the gang, the n-gga must think it’s a game, but he finna figure it out (for real)
you be talkin’ that sh-t on the ‘gram, so when we catch you, we shootin’ your ass in your mouth

[chorus]
n-gga, what ’bout the opps? them n-ggas some b-tches (hoes)
they get hit with switches and run out of town (they b-tch ass, the f-ck?)
last n-gga dissed on the gang, go check up on him, i think he six feet in the ground (he dead)
hit his ass all in his legs and he got back up, so spin this b-tch right back around
i see one of the opps, unlock my door, i’m finna dump him down
brr, bah, bah, this b-tch loud, that’s how that ten m sound (you know that)
the last thought it was sweet and dropped his lo’, his ass nowhere to be found (his dead ass)
tell the opps spin our block, we out right now, posted up with unlimited rounds (we out)
my last vic’ ain’t see it comin’ (we ran up), shot him all in his stomach, we caught his dumb ass out of bounds (dumbass)

- vonoff1700

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