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big chunks - ops calling lyrics

[big chunks]
opps on the floor like im f+cking your b+tch
call me sergio but i ain’t no snitch
your girl on top you know she a switch
making all these bands hoe we gonna be rich

all these hoes in the crowd they fans
ooga booga, im the boogeyman
f+cking her twin but she ain’t no stan
hes little dipper, he ain’t no man
we hop in my foreign b+tch you know a coupe
i dont like em skinny yk i love obtuse
money from my kitchen i do hot pursuit
get all the hoes, though im built like grapefruit

ay
ay
ay
ay
got your b+tch from the street she a stray
sucking in my d+ck, i gotta pay
got your girl naked like its her birthday
cool transition likе im chris ray

[grave]
how the f+ck
how the f+ck
how the f+ck
how thе f+ck
how the f+ck
how the f+ck
how the f+ck
how the f+ck

ops hit my phone but hit them glock nine
hunnid dollar bill while i snort my coke line
ash my weed in yo god d+mn car
i ain’t done sh+t but i feel like a star
gonna blow up like a god d+mn tsar
shawty give me neck but i think she need a brace
smoke a loud pack right to the f+cken face
f+cken yo b+tch like i hit a start b+tton
talk mad sh+t my mother f+cken face but that ain’t do nothing
acid on my tongue we going for a trip
30 whole rounds and we dump the whole clip
pass that lean i want a sip
hit you in the face and we split yo lip
split yo lip
split yo lip
split yo lip
[johnne]
in progress

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