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stanwill – black ops كلمات اغاني

black ops lyrics
[intro: stanwill]
yeah
i be smoking all the opps like, yeah, okay
(sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
that’s a what?
yeah

[verse 1: stanwill]
i be smoking all the opps like blacks but this ain’t call of duty
pull up on yo baby flashing racks, i got her tossing booty
toss a couple racks to hutchy hutch, i got him tossing jewelry
bet i be done fixed a n_gga sh_t, you know i brought the tooly
rushing to the pape’ with sticks on me like i’m [?]
first class delta for every time a n_gga left class
goose off amiri, i’m fly as f_ck, i might get jet lag
it’s a dirty game, the way i play might leave the ref mad
b_tch, you know i’m somewhere getting money, i don’t feel like hating
i got bins floating ’round my mind, b_tch, i feel like mason
‘rts, trackhawks, and scats when we feel like racing
cut into yo b_tch like, “give me head, i don’t feel like caking”
gang’ll turn yo hood to nuketown, popping out with rifles
benjis busting out the ‘miri pockets, looking like the bible
locked the back door ’cause you know snakes slither ride beside you
ot like, “where the giffies at? i’m tryna swipe the aisle”

[verse 2: trdee]
he ain’t never shot a gun, the only time was on cod
still balling, michael jordan and a .45
gave me demon head while i was driving, had to ghost ride
told her i’ma f_ck her and her friend ’cause they both fine
heard he sending shots, we not worried, he like westbrook
still getting to it if i only had a left foot
dog sh_t militia, pockets stuffed with a textbook
bad lil’ b_tch, only [?] that she get whooped
me and gang ball like the big3
i’ma keep sh_tting on these n_ggas till i’m sixty
what you know ’bout them cold nights? stomach empty
he was talking all that grown sh_t but was kidding
heard you be hanging with a rat, michelangelo
when i give it to ’em, sneaky links don’t wanna keep it low
you ain’t never even shot yo gun, what you get it for?
you been winning, it got to the point that i forgot to score
[bridge: stanwill]
sh_t, f_ck, b_tch
yeah, b_tch think i’m a
yeah, huh, okay
b_tch think i’m a
yeah

[verse 3: stanwill]
b_tch think i’m a zombie, all i want is brain from these hoes
go and ask neiman’s what the f_ck i paid for these clothes
hunnid in a boppy, slide out, leave his ass with eighty holes
slide with wonder weapons, up this b_tch, it might erase yo soul
blew five on this presidential suite, i’m jf kennedy
how you think you gang_gang and you don’t hate my enemies?
i be talking pape’, that talking down sh_t ain’t offending me
strictly gang members, if you ain’t there, you ain’t a friend of me

[verse 4: trdee]
we’ll slide down and turn his block into a zombie map
i ain’t wanna listen to yo song ’cause i know it was cap
you ain’t even cute, i only f_cked ’cause yo booty was fat
dawg couldn’t fight so he went out and got him a strap
f_ck the opposition, they can’t f_ck with dsm
sent a couple shots, bullets made him do the lil kim
every day b_tches show me why i cannot love them
used to talk down, it’s just crazy we above them
[verse 5: stanwill]
turn his block to kino der, i’m toting on the biggest weapon
mike amiris off b22s, i’m getting b_tches naked
‘rt’d and did the d_mn dash, i done missed my exit
made a couple hunnid out the kitchen, unky wrist impressive
got a demon and a h_llcat, b_tch, i’m h_llbound
i’ll have my dawgs fire on you, they my h_llhounds
bust a ear drums in my nostrils, cookies smell loud
shot the f_ck back up for every time i fell down

[verse 7: trdee]
me and gang pocket full of prezis, mob of the dead
i don’t even care what you heard, tell me what you said
you think she gon’ let you f_ck and you ain’t got no bread?
i don’t sh_t but get money and go straight to bed
you don’t do sh_t but d_ck suck like a p_rn star
left ’em in the past, they ain’t think that i was going far
she don’t like when i drive the scatty like a stolen car
they gon’ think i’m scream if i catch an opp out at the bar

- stanwill

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