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lirik lagu black ops – stanwill

black ops lyrics
[intro: stanwill]
yeah
i be smoking all the opps like, yeah, okay
(sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
that’s a what?
yeah

[verse 1: stanwill]
i be smoking all the opps like blacks but this ain’t call of duty
pull up on yo baby flashing racks, i got her tossing booty
toss a couple racks to hutchy hutch, i got him tossing jewelry
bet i be done fixed a n*gga sh*t, you know i brought the tooly
rushing to the pape’ with sticks on me like i’m [?]
first class delta for every time a n*gga left class
goose off amiri, i’m fly as f*ck, i might get jet lag
it’s a dirty game, the way i play might leave the ref mad
b*tch, you know i’m somewhere getting money, i don’t feel like hating
i got bins floating ’round my mind, b*tch, i feel like mason
‘rts, trackhawks, and scats when we feel like racing
cut into yo b*tch like, “give me head, i don’t feel like caking”
gang’ll turn yo hood to nuketown, popping out with rifles
benjis busting out the ‘miri pockets, looking like the bible
locked the back door ’cause you know snakes slither ride beside you
ot like, “where the giffies at? i’m tryna swipe the aisle”

[verse 2: trdee]
he ain’t never shot a gun, the only time was on cod
still balling, michael jordan and a .45
gave me demon head while i was driving, had to ghost ride
told her i’ma f*ck her and her friend ’cause they both fine
heard he sending shots, we not worried, he like westbrook
still getting to it if i only had a left foot
dog sh*t militia, pockets stuffed with a textbook
bad lil’ b*tch, only [?] that she get whooped
me and gang ball like the big3
i’ma keep sh*tting on these n*ggas till i’m sixty
what you know ’bout them cold nights? stomach empty
he was talking all that grown sh*t but was kidding
heard you be hanging with a rat, michelangelo
when i give it to ’em, sneaky links don’t wanna keep it low
you ain’t never even shot yo gun, what you get it for?
you been winning, it got to the point that i forgot to score
[bridge: stanwill]
sh*t, f*ck, b*tch
yeah, b*tch think i’m a
yeah, huh, okay
b*tch think i’m a
yeah

[verse 3: stanwill]
b*tch think i’m a zombie, all i want is brain from these hoes
go and ask neiman’s what the f*ck i paid for these clothes
hunnid in a boppy, slide out, leave his ass with eighty holes
slide with wonder weapons, up this b*tch, it might erase yo soul
blew five on this presidential suite, i’m jf kennedy
how you think you gang*gang and you don’t hate my enemies?
i be talking pape’, that talking down sh*t ain’t offending me
strictly gang members, if you ain’t there, you ain’t a friend of me

[verse 4: trdee]
we’ll slide down and turn his block into a zombie map
i ain’t wanna listen to yo song ’cause i know it was cap
you ain’t even cute, i only f*cked ’cause yo booty was fat
dawg couldn’t fight so he went out and got him a strap
f*ck the opposition, they can’t f*ck with dsm
sent a couple shots, bullets made him do the lil kim
every day b*tches show me why i cannot love them
used to talk down, it’s just crazy we above them
[verse 5: stanwill]
turn his block to kino der, i’m toting on the biggest weapon
mike amiris off b22s, i’m getting b*tches naked
‘rt’d and did the d*mn dash, i done missed my exit
made a couple hunnid out the kitchen, unky wrist impressive
got a demon and a h*llcat, b*tch, i’m h*llbound
i’ll have my dawgs fire on you, they my h*llhounds
bust a ear drums in my nostrils, cookies smell loud
shot the f*ck back up for every time i fell down

[verse 7: trdee]
me and gang pocket full of prezis, mob of the dead
i don’t even care what you heard, tell me what you said
you think she gon’ let you f*ck and you ain’t got no bread?
i don’t sh*t but get money and go straight to bed
you don’t do sh*t but d*ck suck like a p*rn star
left ’em in the past, they ain’t think that i was going far
she don’t like when i drive the scatty like a stolen car
they gon’ think i’m scream if i catch an opp out at the bar

- stanwill

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