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jordantherapprr - opps lyrics

[verse: pop off jason & jordantherapprr]
that n+gga jayden tryna diss on me
i got his b+tch on her knees swallowing my seed
i saw a fat b+tch roll over her baby ( yikes )
my ex is yelling at me wanna have my baby (never that)
i just f+cked on a white b+tch named haylee (come here, come here)
the things i rap about they think that i am crazy (yeah you crazy)
wait, wait, i’m a blood i go brazy (oh you brazy?)
he be talking about me man he crazy (yeah he crazy)
i let them bullets fly just like i’m brady (pew pew pew pew)
we got chops and sticks just like the navy
these n+ggas g+y they just be on my c+ck sometimes
i don’t even know how to rap i just rhyme sometimes
she told me to come over guess ill find some time
i just smoked some big pounds that get me high sometimes
back to the dissing part i’m tryna flip his cart
i hope i catch him lacking, in walmart
my ex b+tch real clingy and my new b+tch real freaky
i’m tryna roll up but this weed is really sticky (d+mn d+mn d+mn)
[verse: pop off jason & jordantherapprr]
weed is really sticky, yeah this weed is really sticky
and ill f+ck any b+tch cus this sh+t is too easy (to easyyy)
she might be to easy ok
i’m really tryna be in the studio and get paid
see my pinky see my thumb see my fists you better run
i got twin glocks that’s factual, n+ggas never actual
yeah, jayden bring that ass here you not actual (jayden bring that, yeah yeah)
yeah you full of fear hit him he’ll shed a tear
we went n+gga knocking at urban air
i see a thick n+gga imma stare

[verse: pop off jason]
if i see a fine girl imma tap
yeah, i do not cap in my rap
imma make that sh+t clap from the back
i’m finna bring that b+tch back to the trap
yeah yeah yeah, jordan grant he does crack (+snifff+)
if he run up on me imma hit him with a bat
i ain’t worried bout no b+tch i ain’t worried bout no hoe (i ain’t worried out no hoe)
i grab the g+lock before i walk out the f+ckin door (walk out the f+ckin door)
got a scope on that b+tch aimed at your f+ckin dome (red dot, red dot, red dot)
head shots only that’s how it go
yeah yeah, yeah that n+gga switched
yeah yeah, that’s why i did what i did (yeah yeah)
yeah yeah, it is what it is (yeah yeah, it is what it is)
next thing you know his b+tch giving me head
yeah, stop chasing these hoes and get some bread
he talk bout me crazy, is he dumb is he sped?
[bridge: lildj]
yeah is he sped i’m finna get some head
yeah is he sped i’m finna knock his dreads
yeah is he sped i brought his b+tch to bed
yeah is he sped i’m finna get some bread

[verse: lildj & jordantherapprr]
i got some lemon peppers so i’m finna pop out
you better back up before you get knocked out
beating your b+tch back till she tap out
and he p+ssy good i knew it cus i ate it out
got a little bit of followers i pop out
bought a white i8 so i can hop out
the doors open up and down vertically
i got the strap on me but that’s just technically
see my pinky see my thumb see my fists you better run
wait, come back, you need a tic tac
not one, not two, but the whole six pack
sorry to be mean but you need some listerine
driving foreign cars and we goin over seas
ill get any b+tch down on her f+cking knees
only gas up a b+tch if she really need
ill give you bands if you say pretty pretty please

- jordantherapprr lyrics

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