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swifty blue - letter to my opps lyrics

i said rest in peace jali but chito a st8 b+tch
tell cry babyface you a stupid ass lil kid
you the type to suck d+ck just to be in the mix
lil bouncer kept it gangster but blanco a st8 b+tch
even smokey died a gangster but blanco a st8 b+tch
yo lefty why you let bands pull up where you live
and king lil g that black foo he to yo b+tch
you a mark if you let another man raise yo kids
mr criminal
that sh+t h+lla sad how you snitched
& bozo i caught wind that you touch underage kids
this all facts
ain’t no cap
this a letter not a diss
opina h+lla broke & people don’t know he exist
big sparky gonna break yo jaw for speaking on my sis
g face you a b+tch how you testifyed a snitch
& drummer boy ain’t you like 4 foot 6
say p+ssy ass rapper pillow talking to a b+tch
king kash boy you broke sh+t it is what it is
i wrote this letter to my ops while i load up hollow tips
f+ck yankee boy he switched even we don’t know he snitched
f+cking mark ass b+tch now the feds on my d+ck
lil weirdo why you diss the norte if you don’t bang sh+t
started problems on the net but really you don’t claim sh+t
yo devour how you claim 2 different hoods and different cl!cks
when i catch yo ass slipping imma have to up this bl!ck
i’m just taking out the trash on some southside sh+t
travee g got hit and he ain’t woke up since
i said chito you ain’t sh+t so lil jali f+cked yo b+tch
remember chucky socked you out and you ain’t even do sh+t
i said chito you ain’t sh+t so lil jali f+cked yo b+tch
remember chucky socked you out and you ain’t even do sh+t
i said rest in peace jali but chito a st8 b+tch
tell cry babyface you a stupid ass lil kid, you the type to suck d+ck just to be in the mix
lil bouncer kept it gangster but blanco a st8 b+tch
even smokey died a gangster but blanco a st8 b+tch
yo lefty why you let bands pull up where you live
and king lil g that black foo he to yo b+tch
you a mark if you let another man raise yo kids
i ain’t try to peace treat boy it is what it is
cuz all these rappers h+lla g+y in the industry bizz
this a letter to my ops this a industry diss
had his b+tch suck my d+ck but you gave her a kiss
grimy gang glock stars boy it is what it is
you can try and play with me but somebody getting hit
me and sparky outside taking back to back trips
heard these rappers smoking meth taking back to back rips
hop out and walk em down imma have to handle bizz &
mala h+lla g+y you ain’t welcome in la
hop out and walk em down imma have to handle bizz &
mala h+lla g+y you ain’t welcome in la
i said mala h+lla g+y you ain’t welcome in la
i said mala h+lla g+y you ain’t welcome in la

- swifty blue lyrics

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