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yhung t.o. - ask the opps 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
sp_ce and time

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
n_gga, you can ask the opps, they know we stand on business
fifty rounds in this chop’, quick to leave a n_gga missin’
still’ll get through your block, still thuggin’, still trippin’
still slidin’, still livin’ how these n_ggas ain’t livin’
i ain’t nothin’ like these n_ggas, baby girl, i’m different
ain’t tryna f_ck, tryna get paid (paid), gotta keep it pimpin’
n_gga, you can ask the opps, they know we stand on business
we got fifty on them chops, we ain’t ridin’ with no switches
[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
first thing first, never ran, never will
catch you slippin’ in that field, baby, that’s another drill (‘nother drill)
why you all up on me? said she tryna get to know me
ain’t givin’ passes to no sucker and i put that sh_t on brodie
catch you n_ggas with no tints, you know we beatin’ up that low
i know he a b_tch, it go down, hе gon’ fold
you know that sh_t don’t stop, all my n_ggas on go mode
ain’t f_ckin’ with no b_tch that got no goal
bro up all night waitin’ like he on somеthin’
let a n_gga come outside, he gettin’ on somethin’
all these n_ggas pickin’ sides, we gon’ show ’em somethin’
ah, ah, step on somethin’
granny told me, “watch these n_ggas,” i ain’t never listened
all these n_ggas switchin’, had to pay attention
these n_ggas old and broke, let me put you on some game
a mission, skit, or drill, sh_t, it’s all the same

[bridge: yhung t.o.]
but when you come through, ain’t nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to (nowhere to run to)
everybody hoppin’ out ’cause we want one, too (we want one, too)
we’ll put a n_gga up and roll him up, too (and roll him up, too)
and for streets, i got this mud up in my cup, too
but when you come through, ain’t nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to (nowhere to run to)
everybody hoppin’ out ’cause we want one, too (we want one, too)
we’ll put a n_gga up and roll him up, too (and roll him up, too)
and for streets, i got this mud up in my cup, too
[verse 2: pacman da gunman]
look, you know i stand up on it, ain’t nothin’ to talk about
a rich k!ller, bet a thousand that i chalk him out
you know my opps hatin’, you know them cops waitin’
you know they mad when they know you rich from light labor
keep ballin’, keep thuggin’, keep clutchin’
i was two bodies up and they was still crumpin’
and why these n_ggas talkin’ tough when they ain’t k!lled nothin’?
and even though them pigeons was out, we was still huntin’
call my b_tch and tell her that i love her
but i’m in the trenches all summer
i know she hate it, but she cannot change me
runnin’ with the k!llers, this who raised me
but when i make it back, we gon’ chill, we gon’ f_ck
and if the homies call, then it’s time to tape it up
and when that money come, you gotta help me count it up
and when you bust that p_ssy open, put my thumb in that b_tt

- yhung t o

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