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opps to sleep - marshallrapper lyrics

[intro]
ayo this sh*t gonna be legendary
i can’t even lie
we known to drop sh*t, we pop sh*t
yeah
that’s all i can say, man
dbg, 333
gang, gang

[chorus: mar$hall]
it’s dbg and 333, we known to put some opps to sleep (to sleep)
gang, gang, gang, gang
ar’s, .45’s, 9’s, and .223’s we known to put opps to sleep (to sleep)
gang, gang, gang
like youngboy right foot we creep
speak on the gang, you be deceased
cookin’ opps, b*tch we havin’ a feast
me and yc some beasts
my black forces are creased
b*tch i’m a god, i’m a priest
or a saint at least
just wait ’till i release, gang

[verse 1: mar$hall]
dropin’ opps and by day i don’t care, huh
i got b*tches ass bare
say he wanna fight, but he won’t square, huh
i got the drip so they starе, huh
i keep that bl!ck so they scared, huh (yeah)
i lеave no opps spared, huh (nah)
b*tch i ain’t never cared, huh (nah)
b*tch i ain’t never scared, huh (nah)
shoot an opp and pop out his eyes, now he is vision impaired, huh
cops wanna know what we ’bout, huh (yeah)
but i can never share, huh (nah)
i don’t remind you of him, b*tch we do not compare, huh (nah)
i leave the opp so damaged, huh
to the point of no repair
[chorus: mar$hall]
it’s dbg and 333, we known to put some opps to sleep (to sleep)
gang, gang, gang, gang
ar’s, .45’s, 9’s and .223’s we known to put opps to sleep (to sleep)
gang, gang, gang
like youngboy right foot we creep
speak on the gang, you be deceased
cookin’ opps, b*tch we havin’ a feast
me and yc some beasts
my black forces are creased
b*tch i’m a god, i’m a priest
or a saint at least
just wait ’till i release, gang

[verse 2: yc boy]
yc boy
he won’t square?
why won’t he square mar$hall?
i need a sparkle for my doobie
girl let me take you out for sushi
i stay lowkey like naroobi
i need to go viral, highkey (highkey)
i see her typing, brunette with bangs, that’s my liking
sh*t, that’s my weakness
i can’t do nothin’ ’bout it
i’m at måns i’m geeking, i’m at måns i’m geeking
i’m blacking out, i’m blacking out
rappers tell me 100 for a feature (what?)
but you’re only pretending to have clout
get your ass beat by a chick like bow wow
down bad, down bad
yeah you’re down bad
[outro: yc boy]
det gör vi så sällan, du vet som förr i tiden?
du är hopplös!
ge honom till mig
hot box in the elevator (aye)
hot box in the elevator
uh, yeah, uh

- marshallrapper lyrics

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