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pgf mooda - opp holiday كلمات الأغنية

[intro: pgf mooda]
psycho gang, no gang, man
y’all know the f_ck goin’ on, man
long live marlo, man
on gang
b_tch, ay, ay

[verse 1: pgf mooda]
we ain’t stressin’ ’bout sh_t, we ain’t stressin’ ’bout none
opp b_tch gon’ do the team, drop the low just for none
i ain’t gotta point a finger, shorty gon’ shoot for nothin’
i ain’t gotta pull a trigger, ’cause tavo gon’ do ’em wrong
n_ggas talkin’ out they neck like they wanna get me gone
ain’t go run my mouth up on the net just meet him at his home
soon as he come up out his crib, you hear switches like a song
so you know we did him wrong, psycho gang just got him gone
marlo cappers got ’em gone, yea, we really stand on sh_t
rather hop out on they block and start sparkin’, i’on vent
spin they blocks with glock’s and chop’s and let it off until it cl!ck
then we spin it back tomorrow, ain’t no peace, know we can’t quit
every n_gga with me steppin’, ain’t no question, they legit
i can’t wait ’til i get on, so this slider sh_t could quit
bulletin, i’m still slidin’, tryna bust a n_gga sh_t
catchin’ bodies, hittin’ l!cks, that’s some sh_t i just can’t fix
run up on us, ain’t no question, boy, you know he ’bout to die
you would think he tryna seen the way this 40 make him cry
i can’t lie, when i get high, i be tryna touch the sky
that’s why all say roll the dead n_ggas, ’cause they give me fry
anytime you see me walkin’, best believe that i got bl!ck
n_ggas take pictures with bl!cks, but when we catch ’em, ain’t got sh_t
i’ma real feneser, say the right price and he gettin’ hit
that b_tch a real buster, meet the gang and now she doin’ d_ck
we ain’t gotta cap sh_t, them lil’ boys ain’t know none
if i ran into a opp, best believe you he was runnin’
them n_ggas be stunnin’, say they slidin’, but they ain’t doin’ none
my n_ggas be slidin’, tryna catch a opp where they be hidin’
but you know i’m in the block with them glock, tryna catch a opp
they say that they out, we get the drop, now they hands shot
now somebody popped, that’s the opps, they got they ass packed
now we spinnin’ back like who next? we tryna make a pack
[chorus: pgf nuk]
bail out with that brr_brr, ay, what that b_tch say?
b_tches tryna sneak diss the gang, ay, what that b_tch say?
boy, this sh_t not gta, you gon’ really die today
all the opps lit bussin’ fists, ’cause this your holiday

[verse 2: pgf nuk]
we got hoes, money, switches, b_tches
shorty really with it and his ass don’t listen
i ain’t sub_zero, but i’m really cold with the finish
i get really busy, but i never show no witness
pop the lash run out the car, lil’ bro, take it serious
srt, top speed, chase like fast and furious
what’s in your top? i’m curious
i’m tryna see, b_tch
i’ve been lookin’ for so long, i’m startin’ to see sh_t
he a dumb_dumb, i know his legs strong, ’cause he run_run
two 50’s in this drum_drum, got my fingers numb_numb
treat you b_tch ass n_ggas like my son_son
is you dumb? stupid? dumb?

[chorus: pgf nuk]
bail out with that brr_brr, ay, what that b_tch say?
b_tches tryna sneak diss the gang, ay, what that b_tch say?
boy, this sh_t not gta, you gon’ really die today
all the opps lit bussin’ fists, ’cause this your holiday
[outro: pgf nuk]
yah, it’s your holiday
all the opps lit bussin’ fists, ’cause this your holiday

- pgf mooda

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