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lirik lagu fuck da opps – bos flip

[intro]
how the f*ck this n*gga keep cappin’?
like, what the f*ck?
that’s sh*t, f*ck you
long live spotem ‘nem, okay
like, f*ck all my opps, man, they all b*tches
like, f*ck them, what the f*ck? suck my d*ck
f*ck, g*y*ass n*ggas, f*ggot*ass n*ggas
b*tch*ass n*ggas

[verse]
first thing’s first, i’m finna talk on the facts, let me straight to the biz (yeah)
ayy, n*ggas be fanned out sayin’ my name in the clubhouse, n*ggas be soundin’ like b*tches (yeah)
she f*ggot*ass, got pictures, she poked as h*ll, she suckin’ on lil’ rich d*ck (yeah)
ayy, opp n*gga sayin’ my name, n*gga, you a whole p*ssy, i ain’t heard about you doin’ sh*t, n*gga, get off my d*ck (get right)
ayy, remember the first day we met, n*gga pulled to the stu’ with his fire and i took his bl!ck
n*gga, give me that sh*t, he flexin’ that pole, he ain’t takin’ them trips (he ain’t throwin’ no drip)
i don’t even want no smoke with the five hundred, n*gga, they ain’t never even been on no hit
they ain’t made no bags, they ain’t took no risk, i bet them n*ggas never even went on a l!ck
ayy, first n*gga ever tried to step to me like he a gangster, ayy, he gettin’ hit off the rip (bah, bah, bah), that’s merched on six (bah)
i really got opps here that’s gassed as f*ck, i don’t beef with wannabe b*tches
ayy, i ain’t never entertain none of that internet sh*t, whole time them n*ggas be snitchin’ (rat), n*ggas be witness (rat)
always the suspect, never the victim (no cap)
i don’t even ride through the south no more, they ain’t never known to be in they trenches (they hidin’)
them n*ggas be cappin’ on that, i don’t get in that sh*t ’cause them n*ggas don’t never be spinnin’
ayy, n*gga, no cap, we spin opp blocks ’til everybody ’round me get dizzy
ayy, n*gga, no cap, we spin opp blocks ’til everybody in they hood go missin’
ayy, n*gga, these facts, everybody ’round me wicked, everybody ’round me get busy
ayy, n*gga, these facts (bah), everybody ’round me gon’ shoot (bah), everybody done went on that mission
ayy, n*gga, no cap, we gon’ keep hittin’ that car ’til we knock out a n*gga transmisson (on six)
ayy, n*gga, no cap (bah), n*gga try to swing through my hood (bah), he gon’ leave out this b*tch with no engine
we gon’ keep shotin’ that b*tch ’til the roof off
keep tappin’ that face ’til a tooth fall
n*ggas be tellin’ these lies, they too false (gang)
p*ssy ass h*ll, they too soft
n*ggas ain’t havin’ no motion, they too lost
said they outside and we knockin’ a few off
said they outside and we knockin’ a crew off
way that drac’ hit him, he thought it was rudolph
up that b*tch, give him the girl, knock his boo off (bah, clip)
cliqued out, four died, five down, seven out, eight, where the f*ck do a n*gga begin?
this b*tch keep askin’ me why i tatted a cross on my face, b*tch, that’s ’cause a n*gga done sinned
spin an opp block, then spin it again (skrrt)
couldn’t catch him, so i got with his kin (bah, bah)
got with his brothers, got with his friends (ayy, what up?)
everybody in the city know we get it in (bah)
soon as a n*gga think he finna play, his life gon’ end (that get back gang)
ayy, n*gga done touched one of mine, so now i’m comin’ for revenge (don’t say my name)
when you say my name three times, the reaper hoppin’ out a benz (they just want fame)
fah, fah, i’ma give n*ggas some clout when i aim, his ass paid the weed
n*ggas keep playin’ around ’til i catch a n*gga with his kid (we don’t smoke wayne)
big six, and n*ggas don’t smoke on him ’cause the n*gga be hittin’ like mid (haha)
drop the seven, let then shots out a chop and the n*gga got hit in his leg (draco)
can’t say no name, if i get stuck in that jam (bah), i’d never say what i did (bah, shh)

- bos flip

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