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eryxse - ​opps in china lyrics

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[intro]
we+we+we love you, eryxse

[verse 1]
b+tch i’m in chinatown, i stay with a glocky
i’m walking with k!llers, i’m grippin’ the tommy (what?)
the jeans, they designer, i’m talking ’bout tommy (i’m talking ’bout tommy)
like tommy hilfiger (what?)
call a b+tch “mommy,” i f+ck then dismiss her
he talk out of pocket, my hand on my trigger
i f+ck on yo’ sister, yo’ auntie, yo’ daughter
the stick, call of duty, i’m on perkaholics
i leave yo’ mom griefing, became alcoholic
i’m feeling prolific, the weed is exotic (gang, gang)
the weed is expensive, like you can’t afford it (you can’t)
the toolie a ford ’cause it always be focused
i keep me a sniper, i’m not talking locus (nah)
you talking, you chatting, like i know it’s bogus (i know it’s cap)
i gave her my heart but she f+ck ’round and broke it (d+mn)
like f+ck it, stay focused, i’m inside my bag (inside my bag)
[bridge]
b+tch, i’m invincible, dip like invisible
b+tch, i’m yo’ princ+p+l, listen to me (listen to me)
trap with the strap like i work overseas
my gun is illegal, that b+tch military
i’m feeling like momo, they calling me scary (they calling me scary)
i give ’em a fade with the glock, like he hairy
lil’ b+tch, i’m a wrestler, pull up and lariat
look up to me like my first name was harriet

[verse 2]
why they be testing? i always be carrying it
hand me the beat then i f+ck ’round and bury it
running like track but i’m no secretariat
buy me a beam, ain’t no holding back
he get robbed for the pack, f+ck it, take all his straps
i got b+tches on b+tches, like f+ck it, no cap
got the drake in the back, load it up let it blast
send yo’ ass up to god, you ain’t never come back

[verse 3]
bands on my head but i keep me a tec
don’t even bother, don’t throw on a vest
b+tch, i’m not average, i shoot above chest
and i aim for the neck like a motherf+ckin’ lion
i catch yo’ ass lyin’, get hit with a tec
like a motherf+ckin’ ref’, b+tch, i throw out a flag
spinnin’ yo’ block, you get checked with the tec
b+tch, i’m all ’bout my guala, i’m stacking the checks
[verse 4]
like i am k!ller, my gun go gorillas
i’m hanging with thotties, them b+tches vanilla
i’m not talking wafers, like please sign this waiver
i’m taking yo’ life, that’s a motherf+ckin’ promise
i’m throwing these hands like a motherf+ckin’ dyk+ (dyk+)
talkin’ ’bout me, he get shot the same night
came on her face like we s+xing through skype (hold on)
shawty so s+xy but she ain’t my type
cinco de mayo, my thot is latina
she know i’ma beat her, so i had to leave her
she like a game, i just f+ck ’round, delete her
like where is yo’ mom? ’cause i’m tryna go meet her

[interlude]
mm, n+gga, where yo’ mom at, n+gga?
yeah, n+gga, where yo’ mom at?

[bridge]
ayy, where is yo’ mom? i like f+cking with milfs
i ain’t f+cking with pills, i might crack me a seal
i might go on drill, aim the ruger, i k!ll
if he talking on gang, like banana we peel
hit from the back and i’m making her squeal
rock fake exotic, my sh+t it be real
2019 i was smoking that trill
you was geeked off a pills, tryna catch you a meal
[verse 5]
b+tch i got gas like a motherf+ckin’ jew
uppin’ my pistol, that b+tch aimed at you
wiping his nose like he did an “achoo” (okay)
shawty a foreign, like “ni hao is you?” (okay)
no i’m not racist, but, b+tch, i am fascist (b+tch, i am fascist)
i’m catching a break ’cause i’m beating my cases
i’m breaking her back like i’m working with vases (ayy)
i keep me a metal, i’m not talking braces (ayy, ayy, like, ayy)

[verse 6]
hippity hoppity, that boy in poverty (he is)
shawty my property, step in this ho
there ain’t n0body stopping me
b+tches want all of me, only get half of me
call me yo’ majesty, speak that sh+t properly
that boy a oddity, glocks in the quantity
we got the sticks in the whip, she do tricks on the d+ck (okay)
and you seeing the flash, like i’m taking a fl!ck

[outro]
b+tch i’m in chinatown, i stay with a glocky
i’m walking with k!llers, i’m grippin’ the tommy (what?)
the jeans, they designer, i’m talking ’bout tommy (i’m talking ’bout tommy)
like tommy hilfiger (what?)
call a b+tch “mommy,” i f+ck then dismiss her
he talk out of pocket, my hand on my trigger
i f+ck on yo’ sister, yo’ auntie, yo’ daughter
the stick, call of duty



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