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3 pack - sleazyworld go lyrics

[part 1]

[intro]
grrah
n*gga
i’m smokin’ on this [?], n*gga
h4rry
uh

[verse]
even if my legs ain’t work, i still make this chopper chase (for real)
he got hit with lead all in his head, the chop erased him (grrah)
and the semi*glock’s too slow, i need to switch, b*tch, i’m impatient
we the reason the f*ckin’ doctors got new patients (n*gga)
how it’s beef with us (beef), n*ggas teamin’ up (yes)
i’d throw a mop on a f*ckin’ glock and come and clean sh*t up (yeah, yeah)
half them n*ggas ain’t had no f*ckin’ name ’til they was team with us (b*tch)
other half of them n*ggas was straight p*ssy
we made them n*ggas tough (we made them)
we made n*ggas hard
we madе n*ggas drop they f*ckin’ nuts
how the f*ck it’s beef and my n*ggas still ain’t got f*ckin’ touched? (tеll ’em)
tell me that (tell me)
n*gga, fill me in (n*gga, fill me in)
send a bad b*tch one of you n*ggas way
she gon’ reel him in (yeah)
yop, yop
switch make n*ggas hopscotch
switch make n*ggas move and dance
the last hop hit the diddy bop (b*tch*ass)
had to slow down on the switch shooting’s (grrah)
we made the city hot
[part 2]

[intro]
n*gga
oh, yeah
yop
oh, yeah
made the f*ckin’ city hot, n*gga
h4rry

[verse]
i can’t wait to catch a lil’, nevermind
he a f*ckin’ dead man (dead man)
we already caught him
lil’ bro wrapped his ass up like a headband (b*tch n*gga)
can’t fit chop in my jeans, so i been walkin’ “round wearin’ sweatpants
so much kick on the drac’
catch me shootin’ this b*tch with both hands (sh*t)
hop out blamin’ to this b*tch jam
this your jam, n*gga, dance
yeah, yeah, walk him down stand over him
is he dead?
h*ll yeah, no face, skis on
we smoke sh*t with no trace
this hot pack hittin’ so hard, but this sh*t ain’t got no lace
no cap
he was brazy ’til he bled
no bap
whole gang need a membership at lidz
’cause we got mo’ hats
for real, n*gga? f*ck
we got mo’ um
catch a opp n*gga out in traffic and i bet we throw some (grrah)
i bet we throw shots if they raiders
bet we go get mo’ spots (i bet you)
had to toss the pipes out on the chase
i bet we go get mo’ glocks (i bet we)
uh, uh, uh
i just hit baghdad, them n*ggas mad
i guess we got some mo’ opps
(i guess we got some f*ckin’ mo’ opps, baby)
i just hit baghdad, them n*ggas mad
(i’ll get you some mo’ n*ggas and them hoes right now)
i guess you got some more f*ckin’ opps, n*gga
[part 3]

[intro]
yeah
give a f*ck about no more opps
h4rry
we is the f*ckin’ opps, n*gga
yeah
we the opps, n*gga

[verse]
i’m like, who the opps?
we bend through that b*tch and shoot a opp (for real)
better ask the last n*gga that played with us
what the f*ck we do to opps? (b*tch ass n*gga)
all the opps been cl!ckin’ up
i heard it’s opps recruitin’ opps (huh?)
and that’s cool
ruler clip come in this b*tch, but the glock is not at school
i don’t f*ck with dudes you bring around me, his ass through
the chop come equipped with nuts, but i ain’t talkin’ cashew (n*gga)
if it’s beef with us, tell n*ggas link with us (sneaky link)
and the opps been movin’ like cubans, how they keep linkin’ up? (b*tch ass n*gga)
n*gga
back in that mode (mode)
was sparin’ n*ggas at first, but i’m back f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes (i’m back f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes, come on)
i’m back f*ckin’ n*ggas’ ladies
come here, b*tch, catch these babies (come on)
he hit my b*tch, i hit his
i don’t know why this n*gga hate me (i don’t know why this n*gga hate me)
yop, yop
and the chop soundin’ like zell simon, it go grrat*grrat (grrah)
feel like i’m sk!lla
duck yo taco, this b*tch made him chop*chop (grrah)
these n*ggas don’t want no problems, hakuna matata
you don’t want no beef with us
i advise your ass not to speak on us
n*gga, don’t speak on us, n*gga (for real)
don’t say nothin’
i have baghdad, get on you n*ggas ass
i ain’t gotta pay nothin’ (get up)
i put one of you n*ggas up on y’all f*ckin’ sh*t
you n*ggas don’t weigh nothin’ (get up)
walk around this b*tch with all my jewelry on
n*ggas ain’t gon’ take nothin’

- sleazyworld go lyrics

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