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Opposition
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Opposition è stato pubblicato il 9 luglio 2021 da 23Kayb come parte dell'album Opposition - Single
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khavondre baker
khavondre baker
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(Guwap)
Mmm
(Jah, heat it up)
And they ain't really lead slanging, bitch, we really slanging iron
Last **** played with us, that same **** end up dying
The opposition keep on hiding, like "Why the fuck you wasting time?"
I got your back and you got mine, I guess this cutter be my spine
They know the last time somebody played with me, somebody died
Upping straight from out the waist, this big bitch shoot two at a time
Walk 'em down, Bap gon' clap, they hit his back and break his spine
We slanging iron, their momma's crying, that's homicide every time they try
I gotta split a **** shit since that lil' hoe been dropping dimes
Glock came with a cooling kit, plus with a switch, it's hard to find
Chapo on some ruthless shit, won't never switch, no testifying
This Glock 45 gon' feed his mind, that pussy boy, he ain't my kind
You send your bitch on a mission, won't get your hoe back
****, fuck that shit, we steppin' on your bitch, we ain't cutting no slack
Got plenty lead to hit his head and leave him with a toe tag
They know how we play it, don't aim for legs, we tryna knock his nose back
This new Glock fresh out the case, go get the Drac', this bitch for Jay
Go slide his block, won't leave a trace, we had a mask, can't see a face
Go and hit his head and close the case, them pussy boys know not to play
And if that bitch got somethin' to say, no surgeon shit, we'll snatch your waist
Step on a **** in some J's, shots to the face, can't catch a fade
Bitch, I clutch on a .38, that's twelve shots for you to take
Hop in a splat, remove the plate, 7.62's fresh out the Drac'
We take his life, he out of place, fuck 12, no trace, ain't got a case
I've been on my own grind, gon' shine, ran it up in no time
Pussy **** cappin' in them rhymes, ain't slanging no iron
.45, Glock 9, well I guess it's your time
Left him with a shit bag, guess them bitches went through your spine (Your spine)
Written by: khavondre baker
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