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nas blixky – fuck the opp’s كلمات اغاني

[intro: nas blixky]
woo, boy i beep a d_mn bl!cky
boy these n_ggas running ricky, (axl)
free breezy, free skrell paid, rich forever
racks, racks, racks
(blixky da blixky da blixky da blixky)
woo, racks, racks, racks

[verse 1: nas blixky]
ridin on opps n_gga, i do this for my n_ggas down in the ground n_gga
when you off him, make sure it’s a peter roll
we gon pour up some henny and beat a roll
no love for an enemy, we gon cook it like chefs plus we got a couple of recipes
flock out the pole if these n_ggas ain’t talking right, catch a body we taking flight
cj he uppin the rugers, we dustin them n_ggas, i stay with them shooters
ke blixky he down for the action, these n_ggas ain’t with it, they lie what they rappin’
if we spot him the guns get to clappin, with this .40 gon burn him to ashes
take his chain vvs livin lavish, let you know that the folks leave emtragic
shots to his body no bartender, drivin we shoot out of benz sprinter
n_ggas is food like its lunch n_gga, n_ggas is food like its lunch n_gga
tell my blixkys “go shoot at the tint too” see and aim the doors with the tints too
bullets gon f_ck up his dental, clap the n_gga if you think he his mans too
[chorus: nas blixky]
spin through the nine and we dumping out nine, we gon slide through the foreign side
blixkys they pop up for any situation, spinning with hollows you gon die
twirling the floss if they wooin’ glizzy hit him make him drop if he m8v3n
hop out suburbans, in seconds we purging two rugers, xd in the 5th car
still bending through linden plaza, we scorching on wortman if that n_gga big opps
shoot with precision we leaving no witness, location we sliding on swish gang
p_ssy n_ggas keep on droppin the rakes we murder these n_ggas, the spliff stink (x2)

[verse 2: envy caine]
lurking through linden, bend wortman and sutter gardens kings, spin through the nine too
f_ck the 1090, realryte, if he floss, or 100clocc, n_gga i’m die woo
anybody who grinding and shining we takin ya breesh and send b_tches to line you
send the addy, locations, we parked in the whip keep playing, my n_ggas will come find you
shyste, or speedy, lah milly or kapo, fat boy mula, or lil d
glizzy came with a stick if it’s lit cause foenem be chooing and twirling as they should be
sharing one gun in your videos all y’all ‘kirk n_ggas is living on cereal
f_ck the crippies, on god like y’all never did nothing, suck d_ck that’s the end of discussion
tec got a big clip, lotta opps died can’t fix sh_t
spinning punchin it’s a lit six it been quiet for that swish sh_t
dropping rakes but your homie just got hit, jacking gdk you can die quick
in the trap with the keys like a locksmith, hop out flockin i’m still on that hot sh_t

[chorus: nas blixky]
spin through the nine and we dumping out nine, we gon slide through the foreign side
blixkys they pop up for any situation, spinning with hollows you gon die
twirling the floss if they wooin’ glizzy hit him make him drop if he m8v3n
hop out suburbans, in seconds we purging two rugers, xd in the 5th car
still bending through linden plaza, we scorching on wortman if that n_gga big opps
shoot with precision we leaving no witness, location we sliding on swish gang
p_ssy n_ggas keep on droppin the rakes we murder these n_ggas, the spliff stink (x2)
[outro: envy caine, skrell paid (“collecting” snippet)]
…10 pints of hi_tech, bottles sold
if he dry snitching then he kind of told
once you break the code then you gotta go
the phone ringing like a hotline
better get a gun cause i got mine
sneak dissin cuz i got clout
if we’re steady twirling, better watch out
i get so high got my ears popping
that sour so funky, we ziplock in
two b_tches off pills and they lip_lockin
don’t f_ck with no haters or d_ckriders
collecting my money and then count it
collecting my money and then count it
collecting my money and then count it
collecting my money and then count it
i get so high got my ears popping
that sour so funky, we ziplock in
two b_tches off pills and they lip_lockin
don’t f_ck with no haters or d_ckriders
collecting my money (yo free my son skrell)
and then count it
collecting my money and then count it
(i live the life of a floxkstar
all of my n_ggas drop rockstars
come down my block and get knocked off
i call your treesh she get popped off
got n_ggas that’s catching them bodies
and n_ggas that’s getting them rocks off
the d’s in my hood every night cuz my hittas is reckless
they lettin them shots off
twirlin and spicin we not soft
me and coka jigga in a drop porsche
pull up in that whip and get flocked on…)

- nas blixky

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