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opp spotter / k!ll m!yaa - murda b lyrics

[part 1: opp spotter]
[intro]
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
grrah, every opp shot, n*gga
suck my d*ck, grrah, grrah, boom
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
like, grrah

[chorus]
i*i step the room show respect, don’t roll notti dotti hit the best
if you talk on me n*gga what did you expect
do a drill and i’m coming correct, and they knowing how all my n*ggas really step
when i cl!ck on it feeling it runnin’ through my chest, and she spoke on my daughter like how could i forget
b*tch, when i’m aiming for n*ggas they ducking and looking for safety
send shots spinning bout my baby, b*tches not onnat’ thinking that they crazy
and my n*ggas toting like the navy, i’m tryna calm down tryna be a lady
p*ssy smelling something like a daisy, b*tch if you touch me i’m a leave her lazy (grrah, grrah)

[verse]
like and i’m flocking whoever, catch a body whatever the weather
’cause she know i got it in my sweater, i see opp i cl!ck it i’m get ha’
matter fact n*gga i’m a stretch her, latto is popped tell her get it together
stop rapping cause i’m really better, if you politicking, i’m pulling where ever (like, grrah, grrah)
that’s what i heard when it fly, come here baby shake it on the guys
when i seen that b*tch lina, n*ggas made her cry
you can spin i wanna see you try, and i’m serious see the look right in my eye
stop the capping telling all them lies, and i get it on i don’t care about your size
[chorus]
i*i step the room show respect, don’t roll notti dotti hit the best
if you talk on me n*gga what did you expect
do a drill and i’m coming correct, and they knowing how all my n*ggas really step
when i cl!ck on it feeling it runnin’ through my chest, and she spoke on my daughter like how could i forget
b*tch, when i’m aiming for n*ggas they ducking and looking for safety
send shots spinning bout my baby, b*tches not onnat’ thinking that they crazy
and my n*ggas toting like the navy, i’m tryna calm down tryna be a lady
p*ssy smelling something like a daisy, b*tch if you touch me i’m a leave her lazy (grrah, grrah)

[outro]
d*mn, y’all b*tches is dead broke, like, suck my d*ck, every f*ckin’ opp shot
i just spent 10k on a f*cking mouth, n*gga, suck my d*ck
dummy, ha*ha*ha

[part 2: k!ll m!yaa]
[intro]
look at ya’ face, look at ya’ face, aha
(yo, yo, mean)

[chorus]
have a feeling it’s gon’ be a situation i see miya, poke ha’ in a chest
i ain’t playing, ’cause i’m really ebk, and i mean like everybody getting left
ru*rubi, why i always got you pressed?
shoot me, flocking if she throwing jet
groupie, you and enny you is not a threat
salute me, making b*tches be upset
[verse]
b*tches they wanna be down for the gang why the f*ck is lil’ girl gunnin’
put that sh*t on every time everytime, that i step out
b*tches they just wanna copy i’m stunning, i walk in the room they be turning they heads
b*tches not paid for real, they always fronting
b*tches was pressed, when i signed me a deal, why all these b*tches they all be on nothin’ (b*tch, ay)
like, why the f*ck did you mention siriyah, if i see miya ass, n*gga, i’m a fry her
know a couple n*ggas f*ckin minors, i’ll bend through that block, ’cause n*gga i’m a rider
stab you up i’m coming michael myers
when i smoke on rah, like, n*gga i get higher, jersey n*ggas cumming up inside her

[outro]
these b*tches is always tryna’ get me out the character, like, for what, like
i don’t even be doin’ nothin’ i be chillin’ in the crib
i really don’t even be doing nothin’, for real
y’all b*tches just be suckin’ my d*ck ’cause ya’ feel me, like
i’m just a real get money ass, b*tch, like, h*llo
i don’t even, ya’ know what’s going on, bro i ain’t even gon’ lie, y’all b*tches is dead haters, f*ck y’all

- murda b lyrics

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