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Dead Opps
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CML Lavish D
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(ApolloJetson) Ayy, ayy On everything, you pray the opps die? (Who made the beat?) All the opps dead (Apollo, ho) I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes That's why I still get high sometimes I pray all the opps die sometimes I still pick up the nine sometimes I pray all my n***as free from hard times I pray all my n***as off the yard line I pray, oh, yeah, I pray I pray all the opps die, all the opps die He hopped out, opp laid, opp dead I pray the opps die, heard what I said (Ayy, ayy) I grab that chop, kill a n***a for my meds Kill a opp sober, kill an opp off the meds I still pick up my nine sometimes I pray all the opps die sometimes That's why I still get high sometimes (Ayy, ayy) I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes (Ayy, ayy) Give a f**k about that n***a, he ain't one of mines Give a f**k about that b*t*h, she ain't pay, she ain't mines Long as I'm gon' ride to my word, we gon' be fine As long as I got nine, take my word, we gon' be fine I pray all my n***as free from hard times I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy) I pray, oh, yeah, I pray I pray all the opps die, all the opps die (Ayy, ayy) I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes That's why I still get high sometimes I pray all the opps die sometimes I still pick up the nine sometimes I pray all my n***as free from hard times I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy) I pray, oh, yeah, I pray I pray all the opps die, all the opps die I be prayin' that the opps die (Facts) Leave a n***a lookin' like his dog died (b*t*h-ass n***a) f**k around with me and get hog-tied Pull up in a Benz with the frog eyes Free the whole gang, I got mob ties (Free the gang) Private location with some mob guys (Free the gang) I'm lookin' at your ho, tell your b*t*h bye Throw her to the team, it's a fish fry (That part) Cook a player hater like a french fry Your ho fell in love with a rich guy (Yeah) I think she fell in love with how my wrist shine I'm huggin' four lanes, you can't get by They gave my n***a eighty on the state yard He told me he'd rather be up in the graveyard Them other n***as ain't tough, they just play hard (Clowns) b*t*h, I'm good everywhere 'cause my face card (What else?) I wonder how I'm still alive sometimes That's why I still get high sometimes I pray all the opps die sometimes I still pick up the nine sometimes I pray all my n***as free from hard times I pray all my n***as off the yard line (Ayy, ayy) I pray, oh, yeah, I pray I pray all the opps die, all the opps die (ApolloJetson)
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