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j. stalin - oop bitch lyrics

[verse 1: j. stalin]
i be running these b+tches, but never cum in these b+tches
she on top of a n+gga, up and down like switches
you be using the car, i know ’bout every mission
she know you ain’t a k!ller, she know me, i’m the realest
she be praying for me, she know i be f+cking with hittas
she know you ain’t ’bout that life, and you just hang with them n+ggas
she know we ’bout them digets, she know we counting figures
she know anytime we slide, we ain’t sparing no b+tches
i be nutting in her mouth, and you still tongue kiss her
i don’t trust that b+tch, she be f+cking the opposition
she just told me where you be, so we back on a mission
chopper out the sunroof, my n+ggas back on that drifting

[chorus: j. stalin]
i’m [?] k!ll this n+gga, and go and f+ck his b+tch
’cause i be f+cking the opp b+tch
d+mn my b+tch, that’s the opp b+tch
d+mn my b+tch, that’s the opp b+tch
rosky dosky
opps f+cking the opp b+tch, rosky dosky
i was f+cking the opp b+tch, rosky dosky
told her “f+ck your n+gga, come boss me boss me”

[verse 2: slimmy b]
b+tch, come and give a n+gga head
your n+gga pull up trippin, i’m a shoot him in his head
beem on the glock, it ain’t green, that b+tch red
mud in my cup, it ain’t green, that sh+t red
b+tch, i’m that n+gga, nuf said
you can’t funk with me, you ain’t got enough bread
broke aass n+gga, ho ass n+gga
sleepin at your mama house, sharing clothes ass n+gga
nerd ass n+gga, you too old for that sh+t
bounce out with that k, yeah i’m known for that sh+t
tryna take my chain, you get domed for that sh+t
and why you loving on that b+tch? i put bone in that b+tch

[verse 3: j. stalin]
couple shots of henny, now my d+ck on swole
i just seen an opp n+gga, pass me the pole
and he with the b+tch, that i [?] last night
and no that ain’t his girlfriend, that’s his wife
you don’t know these b+tches [?] they be f+cking for free
cause if she was f+cking for a fee, it wouldn’t have been me
’cause i’m a playa ass n+gga, ain’t no trickin in me
had that b+tch bent over, going dumb on the d
i was [?] from her phone, you ain’t know it was me
told you i had a flat tire, and meet me on 12th street
gave your ass a [?] you was with your daughter
my n+ggas move like an army, call me sargent slaughter

- j stalin lyrics

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