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fucc da opps - go yayo lyrics

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[intro]
opp!
skr skr
hood fame gang
[?] man
[?]

we ain’t [?] with you n*ggas
get to poppin’ at you n*ggas
hood fame young gettin trap
seventeen five for the work b*tch i’m holding
i sip so much of f*cking red i coulda flooded my rolex
[?] got yo b*tch [?] holy
camaro 2017 i dropped that b*tch like a [?]
i’m the man
i’m the f*cking man
see them bands [?] blow it like a fan
i got a plan, get that money however i can
yo b*tch a fan, see them bands, now she want a check
[?] spray like [?] for you roach a n*ggas
i might end up in a cage for you broke ass n*ggas
i put a 100 on a k for you hoe ass n*ggas
told them don’t put me on a stage with these folk ass n*ggas
poured a four full of xan [?] my n*gga
ran out with a sack, me and [juu?] i told ’em come and get ’em
bag on my head, don’t give a f*ck i’m riding with my pistol
popped at me from across the street but he ain’t make it out [?]
i’m on a 120 grams of percocet might overdose on tech
50,000 dollar l!ck i bought it out of my pocket
i was supposed to pick yo b*tch, the drank made me forget
i was supposed to go to court i overslept now i’m on a jet
now i’m back on the run, me and lil [?]
[?] six [?]
[?] folk can’t get nun
copped them cases back to back if it would’ve been you n*gga you would’ve rat
and i know that sh*t for a fact
free [?] ’till he back
i’m the one and that’s a fact
sippin on red not no act
you bought a book, it was wet
pop at [?] you get whacked
don’t get yo lil b*tch ass jacked
don’t get yo lil b*tch ass sn*tched
big old thooka n*gga i don’t want a [?]
young n*gga trap with a shooter
[?] you know he shooter
he begging for body, you young n*gga try me
he pop him shoot him bullets spread him like rumors
yo favorite rapper he my son he my junior
chopper bullets hit his head like a tumor
f*ck the feds, free [?]
domino [?] take ’em back to your jeweler
codeine fiend i’m a user
f*ck the plug i rob him
run up on him with the chopper
f*ck n*gga move i’ma pop him
[?]
can’t get [?]
we turn your block into [?]
[?] go check the [?]
[?] ran off on the plug hit him for a [?]
and now they is tryna k!ll him yeah yeah [?]
[?] we don’t know you getting served
leave him stanking on the curb that’s my motherf*cking [?]
32,000 get you 27 zips
well i’ma take a 9 [?] turn it back to a brick
if you don’t know [?] then that money don’t make sense
i’m a hood fame n*gga pulling tricks
and they tryna steal my lingo
i’m trapping like i’m nino
you said that that yo b*tch but yeah she said she was single
in the club acting you gon’ die you took this chino
fn hit you spot we hit yo top we hollering bingo
he ain’t make it, we know
easy shot, free throw
lil vegas take [?] we trap back, casino
don’t ask yo b*tch bet she know
[?] in and out
she from the city but she love it down south
she kissing yo baby with d*ck on her mouth
f*cking yo b*tch and i’m kicking her out
that b*tch ain’t nothing why the f*ck is you cuffing her
bend her over from the back and i’m stuffing her
she say you too friendly and i keep it rough with her
i keep it brief
b*tch eat that d*ck and get out of my suite
bon appetit
i can take [?]
banger on me [?] think it’s sweet
everything i got i got it out the street that’s on my own
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas cause they police
these n*ggas rat
[?] serving these n*ggas ’cause they police
old b*tch ass n*ggas

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