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bloody jay - opp lyrics

intro: bl–dy jay

it’s the motherf-cking blooood!
stop playing both sides man
god d-mn man
don’t come over here if you know you was over there bruh

opped out

hook/ chorus: bl–dy jay

pick a side, stay there
nigga you the f-ckin opps, you the opps
pick a side, stay there
nigga you the f-ckin opps, you the opps
pick a side, stay there
nigga you the f-ckin opps, you the opps
pick a side
nigga you the f-ckin opps
nigga you the f-ckin opps
nigga you the f-ckin opps
you the opps

verse 1: bl–dy jay

nigga you the f-ckin opps
middle finger f-ck a cop
pulling off in the drop
i used to ride a hot box
put the dope in my lunchbox
i gotta keep my gun c-cked
gotta let you know how we rock
keep a pop like reebox
niggas switch up i done seen it
that’s why i stay high on that green shit
throwing sets up like willy beaman
i had to beef up on my defense
so i went and copped that ar
cause that b-tch known to flip a car
abg they know who we are
heavy metal no guitar
oh, its the b set baby
we ain’t playin games ain’t no rescue baby
roll with it or you get rolled over
street nigga shootin out a range rover
ima rock me a nigga like hova

hook/ chorus: bl–dy jay

verse 2: illwill

these niggas playin both sides, double dutchin
you lost your mind if you think i won’t touch ya
i play with them sticks cause i know how to hush em
dem niggas been slippin i know how to rush em
take off a load i know how to hustle
abg with it dont play with the muscle
this a rush hour, i make you chris tucker
rap motherf-cker i’m back in the gutter
linked up with my brother, fresh out the struggle
you ain’t in the huddle then play in the puddle
i shit on a opp, i play with they mother
i glove up my hand, my face getting covered
these d-ck don’t wear rubber, expose danny glover
you so undercover you f-ck with the opps
i hope you don’t love her , he in bl–dy trouble
homie don’t that play that, go lie living color
don’t even do that you know you a sucka
you sweet motherf-cka, i’m street motherf-cka
i took down a nigga, i peeped motherf-ckers
im family to death, i eat motherf-ckers
and i growed up flipping packs in the hundred hole
b-mblebee get on your -ss like a honeycomb
i know they gon switch up whenever the money gone
it’s still those three letters i repped in the thunderdome

hook/ chorus: bl–dy jay

- bloody jay lyrics

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