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edai – 600 dead opps كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
ayy, first off rest in p-ss, that’s to the dead opps
on foe’nem

[verse]
first off rest in p-ss that’s to the dead opps
n-ggas be shootin’ anywhere, we walk up, we shoot head shots
bend them blocks with many glocks, be outside swear they better not
hit your top, you do a squat, on bus stops that’s yo last stop
off this pill i’m zooted hit that tooka, make my head stop
come thru and they scoomin’, gunshot boomin, catch a head shot
pull up then we wound ‘em, then we zoomin’ to the next opp
pick a side, you choosin’, after you choose them, you a dead opp
if you disrespectin’ i’ma have my k!llas fetch you
f-cked yo babymomma, she was ugly but i stretched her
she said when you see yo daughter, she gon’ send a message (a message)
and you love that b-tch so much, don’t see she tryna set you
you just f-cked up!
you think no you didn’t
all in his head i think he just sh-tted
red tape and yellow, i know that he finished
tweak on the gram, better stay out my business
better shoot up the funeral and make sure they feel it
n-ggas kept cool, that’s one in a million
think i’m gon’ slide, i ain’t slid in a minute
i miss numba nine, lil n-gga a menace
servin’ the 8 ball like i could play tennis
been king of drill, they should put me in guinness
say what i want, ion care who offended
look at my chain, vvs in the pendant
i could shoot fully or switch it to the semi
smokin’ fathead to the brain, i could feel it
they screamin’ gang, but we the inventors (on foe nem)
i just touched a bag (touched a bag)
remember lil jay, he in the county, he still f-ckin’ f-gs (f-ckin f-gs)
caught jojo on his bike, they shot him off his mags
and wooski ain’t the same, he got hit in his head
we thought his -ss was dead
but he got up (got up)
ayy, what the f-ck?! (what the f-ck?)
b-tch yo -ss a opp if you don’t ride with us (ride with us)
come thru and they flippin’, tryna line you up (tryna line you up)
ay, say you stl, you tryna ride with duck?
you better nut up, b-tch we bloodas
ay, say you with the opps, you in trouble
ay, in the field, i scored a triple-double
ay, shootout with the opps, we make them suffer
we just dug ‘em, they in trouble
ay, better not wife that b-tch, you better not cuff her
ay, actin’ like a k!lla, you a lover
you a sucka, i can’t trust her
rollin’ with gang, smokin brick in the lobby
b-tch we the real, these n-ggas gon’ copy
top from a thot, you know that it’s sloppy
drippin’ designer, you know that i’m poppin’
grams of the dope, you know that i’m coppin’
back in this sh-t, now who gonna stop me?
dudu got hit in the head when he dropped stick
smokin’ that ki, i feel like i’m off it
b-tch i set it up
b-tch i’m tented up
b-tch i spend it up
you don’t spend enough
you ain’t with the sh-t enough
you ain’t gang, you don’t send it up
know 6 don’t send it up
k!ll opps, we k!ll enough

[outro]
on foe nem
it’s still fto on foe nem, f-ck the other side
you know how we bomin’ on gang
you know how i’m bomin’ on foe nem, man
you know how we comin’, man
on gang, this the 6 on foe nem
this sh-t ain’t dead, man
we still out here on foe nem

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