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fyb j mane – 300 dead oppz كلمات اغاني

[intro]
aye, big fyb b_tch
i ain’t tryna talk
y’all know what the f_ck is goin’ on, don’t talk to me
big fyb, i thought thataye, this how imma do this one

[verse]
i’m ridin’ through the ‘raq smoking’ la cause that rapper dead
this a real rapper weed i’m tired of smoking’ tire_head
n_ggas talking crazy, but i know y’all heard my dead opps
kobe got his ass caught, j_money took a headshot
catch an opp, we wack an opp, b_tch you can’t out run red dot
lost my f_ckin’ man, rg to a tire shop
ever since that f_ckin’ day, won’t catch me without my d_mn glock
where the f_ck is waldo? i ain’t seen em’ got his ass dropped
they found nuski stuffed up in a car just like they did pac
caught a goofy tryna buy some shoes, he got his ass shot
they say “hey j mane what you smokin’?” b_tch 300 dead opps
where the f_ck is fredo? buried at, so i can dig em’ up
heard he overdosed off lean d_mn, wish i hit him up
mr. disrespectful, problem child i never gave a f_ck
n_ggas act like b_tches straight, madea pull your panties up
big fyb b_tch, if you ain’t gang then you can’t hang with us
tookaville to archiegang, b_tch i’m never changin’ up
lil steve got hit up on king drive and he ain’t gettin’ up
memo steady makin’ disses, b_tch go pick you brother up
caught la comin’ out that studio and then they lit him up
la probably still be livn’ lil durk shouldn’t have gassed him up
f_ck your favorite rappers, n_ggas’ p_ssy, imma smack them up
[chorus]
free the opps up out the county, b_tch i wanna line em’ up
free the opps up out the county, b_t_h i wanna light em’ up
i don’t know who to smoke (b_tch), i don’t know who to smoke
they got so many dead n___as, i don’t know who to smoke
i don’t know who to smoke (b_tch), i don’t know who to smoke
they got so many dead n_ggas, i don’t know who to smoke

[verse]
stello got hit in his sh_t
lil rob got hit with the mop, f_ck 600 o’block
we comin’ through with them chops
if they standing’ outside, we gonna shoot up the block
j_money got shot in the face, he was walking down rhodes and we made him a day
goofy we don’t play better watch what you say
he dissin’ the gang he get k!lled in a day
shootas in the cut like paper
we got glocks with them lasers
we catch ’em, we smoke ’em, no passin’ no favors
i’m smokin’ t.roy 300 the flavor
i’m tired of these rappin’ ass n_ggas
they wanna be gangsta, i swear that these n_ggas some lames
you thinkin’ sh_t sweet, you mention the guys
you think it’s a gang, get k!lled for a name
every time they make a diss anotha’ oppa gettin’ dropped
t. roy tried to run but he couldn’t make it to the car
shytsplack gang get on yo ass, you won’t make it very far
all my n_ggas bdk and this sh_t’ll never stop

- fyb j mane

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