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ops calling - big chunks lyrics

[big chunks]
opps on the floor like im f*cking your b*tch
call me sergio but i ain’t no snitch
your girl on top you know she a switch
making all these bands hoe we gonna be rich

all these hoes in the crowd they fans
ooga booga, im the boogeyman
f*cking her twin but she ain’t no stan
hes little dipper, he ain’t no man
we hop in my foreign b*tch you know a coupe
i dont like em skinny yk i love obtuse
money from my kitchen i do hot pursuit
get all the hoes, though im built like grapefruit

ay
ay
ay
ay
got your b*tch from the street she a stray
sucking in my d*ck, i gotta pay
got your girl naked like its her birthday
cool transition likе im chris ray

[grave]
how the f*ck
how the f*ck
how the f*ck
how thе f*ck
how the f*ck
how the f*ck
how the f*ck
how the f*ck

ops hit my phone but hit them glock nine
hunnid dollar bill while i snort my coke line
ash my weed in yo god d*mn car
i ain’t done sh*t but i feel like a star
gonna blow up like a god d*mn tsar
shawty give me neck but i think she need a brace
smoke a loud pack right to the f*cken face
f*cken yo b*tch like i hit a start b*tton
talk mad sh*t my mother f*cken face but that ain’t do nothing
acid on my tongue we going for a trip
30 whole rounds and we dump the whole clip
pass that lean i want a sip
hit you in the face and we split yo lip
split yo lip
split yo lip
split yo lip
[johnne]
in progress

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