Corrección Letra No Opptions par Lil Toe

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Letra

Nico
Keep f**kin' playin' with me, b*t*h
If you ain't with me, you against me, pu**y
I'm in love with my 9 millimeter, I'm sorry
Yeah

Is you with me or against me? pu**y, you better choose
Don't you try your f**kin' luck, you better duck when I shoot
I heard somebody lookin' for me, b*t*h, I'm lookin' for you
And now his momma really cryin' when she look at the news
And I'm feeling so caustic, I make your family nauseous
When they diggin' up a grave for you and all of your cousins
I am not to be f**ked with, pu**y boy just be cautious
I ain't really wanna kill you, but I ran out of options

On yo' block with the heater, turn yo' brain into fajitas
Shot callin', like tequila, it was really nice to meet ya' (Ayy)
I got stripes, like Adidas and you runnin' like Adidas, ayy
I stopped carin' after "Visa," now it's five for a feature
Yes, I'm in love with my 9 millimeter
You cannot hide 'cause I got street sweepers
No, I don't know if what I do it legal
I'll take yo' life, now I'm feelin' like the reaper
I'm on go, guns on go
Like bongos, drums on go
Case gone cold, shells gone molten
I'ma lay low 'cause his life got stolen

Is you with me or against me? pu**y, you better choose
Don't you try your f**kin' luck, you better duck when I shoot
I heard somebody lookin' for me, b*t*h, I'm lookin' for you
And now his momma really cryin' when she look at the news
And I'm feeling so caustic, I make your family nauseous
When they diggin' up a grave for you and all of your cousins
I am not to be f**ked with, pu**y boy just be cautious
I ain't really wanna kill you, but I ran out of options

First 48, now he sleep with the fishes
Beige brown timbs with some dark red liquid
I don't trust a soul, I'll never trust b*t*hes
How they show love then be actin' suspicious?
Why in the f**k do you think I'm still alive?
I'ma keep my pistol on my side 'til I die
Why in the f**k do you even try?
You ain't gon' be walkin' when them bullets touch yo' spine

Is you with me or against me? pu**y, you better choose
Don't you try your f**kin' luck, you better duck when I shoot
I heard somebody lookin' for me, b*t*h, I'm lookin' for you
And now his momma really cryin' when she look at the news
And I'm feeling so caustic, I make your family nauseous
When they diggin' up a grave for you and all of your cousins
I am not to be f**ked with, pu**y boy just be cautious
I ain't really wanna kill you, but I ran out of options

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