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blvdbizz – opps كلمات اغاني

[intro]
boulevard, yeah
it’s the gang way, man
gang, gang
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (we ain’t loftin’)
nah n_gga, know we in the cut, man, bl gang

[chorus]
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’ n_gga)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (h_ll nah)
couple of k!llers right beside me don’t approach me (bl)
finch west, wick block, yeah they know it, yeah they know it (woo)
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (never lack)
couple of k!llers right beside me don’t approach me (keep it cool)
finch west, wick block, yеah they know it, (woo) yeah they know it

[verse 1]
pull up on his block wе get to blowin’ (get to blowin’)
free smoke lotta smoke when on it, when on it
lotta choppers get to bussin’ on your homies (get to bussin’)
he tried to smoke me he ain’t know i had it on me, had it on me (rookie)
n_ggas out here rookies i’ma vet’ (hahaha)
fto, i swear to god i’m at they neck (i’m at they neck)
n_ggas love to talk crazy on the net
until we pop out with them sticks and we fill ’em up with lead, n_gga (hot sh_t)
young wild n_gga from a dope block (dope block)
trap spot hot i keep the doors locked (doors locked)
bucktees in and out we got the whole spot (whole spot)
walk into my bando catch a dome shot, n_gga
[chorus]
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’ n_gga)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (h_ll nah)
couple of k!llers right beside me don’t approach me (bl)
finch west, wick block, yeah they know it, yeah they know it (woo)
opp packs, loud packs what we smokin’ (what we smokin’)
everybody pulled up we ain’t loftin’ (never lack)
couple of k!llers right beside me don’t approach me (keep it cool)
finch west, wick block, yeah they know it, (woo) yeah they know it

[verse 2]
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt through your block (through your block)
this a lil’ message to the opps (to the opps)
n_ggas claim they ridin’, no you’re not (no you’re not)
f_ck your dead homies in your aux, in your aux
posted on the corner with them glock’s, with them glizzy’s
broad day shootings yeah you know we get busy
n_ggas talk crazy but they never in the city
i ain’t hard to find p_ssy boy gettin’ [?] (where they at?)
summer time n_gga you can find me gettin’ litty
bando bussin’ got her jumpin’ off a dizzy (jumpin’)
b&e’s od and sh_t was gettin’ sticky (uh_huh)
two days bleachin’ the trap that (woo) was 50

- blvdbizz

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