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letter 2 da opps (freestyle) - don da gangsta lyrics

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(we with lrmg records b*tch)

it’s don da gangsta
(don da gangsta)

letter 2 da opps

yall know what the f*ck going on
(duh)

yeah!

b*tch i hit hard as a rock

soon as you crash out they gone call the cops

be real respectful & nice in your face then get with they peoples & act like a opp
(ha)

that should be illegal it need to be stopped

b*tch i stay on go, but i’m not a bop

knock them out the frame, hit option & crop

you snap & crackle & b*tch imma pop
(hahahaha)

b*tches be stalking

n*ggas keep talking

but it’s okay

i’ll prepare ya coffin

i’m baked like a bean but i’m not from boston

your b*tch gone text us we not from austin

ask for a feat or a beat b*tch it’s costing

throw me a pricе like you at a auction

b*tch!

n*ggas ain’t drilling, i ain’t feeling his sh*t

i told em i’ll really gеt into this sh*t
(ha)

keep pushing it, man imma sin in this b*tch
i pull up, i’m gone put a end to a b*tch!

n*ggas be popping & locking they gums

b*tch n*gga stop it i’m right on your buns

n*ggas can’t fight & can’t fight with a gun

take em to da king like take care of my son

handle my lightweight
(my lightweight)

i’ll beat on a n*gga the wright way

i’m sliding sh*t like johnathan, can’t see me my neck like a bright day
(ha)

b*tch f*ck what you would or you might say

send a n*gga up, the kite way
(send em up)

you n*ggas ain’t doing it right
like .. you can’t f*ck with me on a light day
(stupid)
lil b*tch you’ll get hit with the chapo

n*ggas ain’t bout it they ducking they taco
(taco)

la personas es muy desperado

box like i’m chevy, i’m no silverado
(ha)

i’m done with you n*ggas finito

do all that chatting won’t hop on a beat though
(get in the booth b*tch)

i promise you b*tch i get lethal

i’ll make a n*gga start using his feet more
(haaa)

wrap a n*gga up like a cardigan

these n*ggas be needing a audience
(audience)

these n*ggas know i’m coming hard again

imma catch pablo up in da backyardigan
(haaa)

you n*ggas know i’ll stretch sum

send out a n*gga, your best one

k!ll your whole catalog, with a test run

bring out the flow, the bars or your best puns
(ha)

n*gga i’m right at your top

i’m on yo block & im toting da glock

b*tch i’ll explode like a pop

city of oakland, you know i got it on lock

(ha)

i had to come get the last laugh

keep watching us, we got a fan now

stay drippy, i must got a bad bath

i spot you out, get ran down
(bop, bop)

b*tch!

no riri, b*tch man down

you p*ssy n*ggas need to stand down
(stand down)

betta come up with a plan now

all you gone hear is that blam sound

fa!

lil b*tch you lost it

you gone end up in the coffin

you n*ggas already lost when i walk in

the hoes wanna be where the sauce is

and i got all the sauce
(sauce)

this sh*t expensive ain’t come out of ross

i’m dripping water, bottle of voss

the coldest on hot sh*t, fire to frost

b*tch!
(b*tch)

no higglytown, i’m not a hero

go mortal kombat, turn to sub zero

i need the money, hand me the euros

n*ggas be sweet as sum mf churros
(churros)

b*tch!

the f*ck!
(the f*ck)

yall know what the f*ck going on!

letter to the motherf*cking opps!
(letter to the motherf*cking opps)

don da gangsta
(don da gangsta)

the real motherf*cking king of oakland
(duh)

b*tch!

- don da gangsta lyrics

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