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7k kelly - how am i your opp? lyrics

[verse 1: 7k kelly]
beat his ass with my hands, i don’t need a gun
why you postin’ on the net, you really a bum
when i slide with the gang, yeah it’s gettin’ done
i should check him like its nike, but he gonna run
red is her favorite color, so i blue her back out
i be smokin’ on this gas until i pass out
if you got some money, boy you better not pull that cash out
chillin’ with my goons, b+tch you know we in the trap house
talkin’ out your neck ’till we catch him, now he runnin’ (fah, fah)
god d+mn bro, now you look like forest gump b+tch
these hoes on my d+ck, so they blow it like a trumpet
sayin’ you gon’ press me, but you stiff it like a puppet
call me your opp, but you hear my song, you bump it
if i beat your ass in school, then i’m sayin’ f+ck it
i’m the king at this sh+t, i don’t really need a trophy
all the opps mad, they makin’ everybody know me
you ain’t got no clout, that’s why your b+tch wanted to blow me (huh)
i can’t f+ck with her, because her sh+t look like bologna (oh yeah)
stop tryna walk around me, i’m not your brodie (what)
you typin’ on the net, boy you better say adobe (ha ha)
how you standin’ still, yeah i bet your ass is panicking
how am i your opp, but you standin’ like a mannequin
how you dissin’ on the dead, yeah f+ck your parents b+tch
when they had you, you must have had your genetics switched (ha)
spinnin’ with this choppa, yeah i make ’em f+ckin’ diddy bop
talkin’ like you hard, but you workin’ with the city cops (fah, fah)
gettin’ top from these bad b+tches, then i’m gettin’ lost (skrrt)
they could never stop me, cause my pockets full of poison ivy
postin’ on snap, but you still walkin’ right by me (oh yeah)
press ’em with my brother in the school, bet he won’t try me (huh)
how your bro get smacked in the face and he ain’t do sh+t (god d+mn)
how the f+ck you tryna burn a house down that’s f+ckin’ bricks
boy you dumb as h+ll, you a lil’ ass f+ckin’ jit
try to diss me, then you get done how i come like this
yeah, yeah, ahh
yeah, yeah, ahh
[verse 2: txylormxde]
yeah, f+ck the opp b+tch, she don’t even like me
that b+tch was a dub, lemme check her like she nike
she f+ckin’ for revenge, cause her mans was tryna bite me
saw ’em at the [?], sh+t was gettin’ dicey
i’ma pull up with a forty, i’ma get ’em with a nice stick
word been gettin’ round the block, they been sayin’ how my ice hit
pull up with a forty and a mac, call me isis
f+ck the ones, you a snake, hit a strap like a dyk+ b+tch
your b+tch pull up to apartments, yeah she don’t wanna look at you
i’m a pretty mothaf+cka, gettin’ bands like the [?]
how you mad at my money, i be steppin’ in my jimmy choos
it gets [?] when i f+ck her, i’ma keep that tunnel vision too
they been callin’ on my phone like taylor whatchu on
lil’ b+tch i’m at work, man what the f+ck you want
said they saw ’em at the cuttin’ up, time to go and f+ck it up
seven shots in his stomach, yeah i gave that boy a tummy tuck
so we spin out the b+tch
get alone and switch the fit
different [?], louis belt
gotta keep my [?] rich
spark one up and get it lit
i been posted in a [?]
that b+tch gotta give me dome, or she walkin’ back to jameson
how was you my opp, you a lil’ dog barking loud
pull up to apartments, get my choppa and we walk ’em down
your b+tch tell me your d+ck little and you bangin’ her to buy a pound
your b+tch talkin’ on the net like an opp, so we spin around, ha ha ha
yeah we walk ’em down
aye, yeah we walk ’em down
yeah how was you my opp, we gon walk it down
yeah, yeah, let’s go

- 7k kelly lyrics

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