Blue Opps
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โฑ๏ธ 2:29 duration
๐ ID: 14631187
๐ Lyrics
Ayy, no capuccino, Devil cup I sip right
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play then he dead
What's crackin'? 'Cause my favourite lingo, wrap my flag round my head
Walk round the corner, caught him vengo Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fire 'Pah, pah!', man down he's up in the sky
The police know it's homocides everytime that we ride
Them wars withstain, started big 'cause day and night we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach I got them gates in my eyes
TPS me 'til they block it, pop my head I'm like, 'Mayday'
From day to night they go and search for opps
They know that's they payday
No name, buried, it's blocked, and when they caught 'em my eight, sixth grade
I had to drop I never went to the eighth grade
Never heard of, I'm screamin' out homicide
I'd rather watch the two top shotters who will come take your life
We live a life of Curtis Jackson, 'Get rich or die tryin'
One shot, man down, smile on your face while you die
My label told me I make music, make 'em boys go an' kill
Gotta take a trip to LAS to get some drip for Kill Bill
I caught her rushin', bust the glocks when I was out on the field
Them hitters come and sweep your block to get a house on the hill
No plastic cups I'm sippin', New Orleans
Got a big black glock with a big red beam
Whole hunnid Rasta, them my genes
I fuck up perps a killer bean
Swing on they screet, kill they whole team
I stop they deal I kill they dreams
Fuck they whole crew, that what I mean
Oh grime my grave I pulled a lean
Ayy, no capuccino, Devil cup I sip right
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play then he dead
West crackin' cuss my favourite lingo, wrap my flag round my head
Walk round the corner, caught him vengo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fire 'Pah, pah!', man down he's up in the sky
The police it's homocides everytime that we ride
Them wars withstain, started big 'cause day and night we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach I got them gates in my eyes
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play then he dead
What's crackin'? 'Cause my favourite lingo, wrap my flag round my head
Walk round the corner, caught him vengo Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fire 'Pah, pah!', man down he's up in the sky
The police know it's homocides everytime that we ride
Them wars withstain, started big 'cause day and night we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach I got them gates in my eyes
TPS me 'til they block it, pop my head I'm like, 'Mayday'
From day to night they go and search for opps
They know that's they payday
No name, buried, it's blocked, and when they caught 'em my eight, sixth grade
I had to drop I never went to the eighth grade
Never heard of, I'm screamin' out homicide
I'd rather watch the two top shotters who will come take your life
We live a life of Curtis Jackson, 'Get rich or die tryin'
One shot, man down, smile on your face while you die
My label told me I make music, make 'em boys go an' kill
Gotta take a trip to LAS to get some drip for Kill Bill
I caught her rushin', bust the glocks when I was out on the field
Them hitters come and sweep your block to get a house on the hill
No plastic cups I'm sippin', New Orleans
Got a big black glock with a big red beam
Whole hunnid Rasta, them my genes
I fuck up perps a killer bean
Swing on they screet, kill they whole team
I stop they deal I kill they dreams
Fuck they whole crew, that what I mean
Oh grime my grave I pulled a lean
Ayy, no capuccino, Devil cup I sip right
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play then he dead
West crackin' cuss my favourite lingo, wrap my flag round my head
Walk round the corner, caught him vengo, Timmy take off his dreads
Shots fire 'Pah, pah!', man down he's up in the sky
The police it's homocides everytime that we ride
Them wars withstain, started big 'cause day and night we gon' slide
Steady watchin' the preacher preach I got them gates in my eyes
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.66] Ayy, no capuccino, Devil cup I sip right
[00:14.44] I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play then he dead
[00:17.41] What's crackin'? 'Cause my favourite lingo, wrap my flag round my head
[00:20.67] Walk round the corner, caught him vengo Timmy take off his dreads
[00:23.31] Shots fire 'Pah, pah!', man down he's up in the sky
[00:26.32] The police know it's homocides everytime that we ride
[00:29.34] Them wars withstain, started big 'cause day and night we gon' slide
[00:32.45] Steady watchin' the preacher preach I got them gates in my eyes
[00:35.52] TPS me 'til they block it, pop my head I'm like, 'Mayday'
[00:38.35] From day to night they go and search for opps
[00:40.39] They know that's they payday
[00:41.64] No name, buried, it's blocked, and when they caught 'em my eight, sixth grade
[00:45.16] I had to drop I never went to the eighth grade
[00:47.76] Never heard of, I'm screamin' out homicide
[00:50.50] I'd rather watch the two top shotters who will come take your life
[00:53.53] We live a life of Curtis Jackson, 'Get rich or die tryin'
[00:56.56] One shot, man down, smile on your face while you die
[00:59.67] My label told me I make music, make 'em boys go an' kill
[01:02.46] Gotta take a trip to LAS to get some drip for Kill Bill
[01:05.47] I caught her rushin', bust the glocks when I was out on the field
[01:08.30] Them hitters come and sweep your block to get a house on the hill
[01:11.38] No plastic cups I'm sippin', New Orleans
[01:13.34] Got a big black glock with a big red beam
[01:14.60] Whole hunnid Rasta, them my genes
[01:16.37] I fuck up perps a killer bean
[01:17.66] Swing on they screet, kill they whole team
[01:19.32] I stop they deal I kill they dreams
[01:20.81] Fuck they whole crew, that what I mean
[01:22.15] Oh grime my grave I pulled a lean
[01:24.11] Ayy, no capuccino, Devil cup I sip right
[01:26.57] I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play then he dead
[01:29.52] West crackin' cuss my favourite lingo, wrap my flag round my head
[01:32.67] Walk round the corner, caught him vengo, Timmy take off his dreads
[01:35.39] Shots fire 'Pah, pah!', man down he's up in the sky
[01:38.49] The police it's homocides everytime that we ride
[01:41.28] Them wars withstain, started big 'cause day and night we gon' slide
[01:44.31] Steady watchin' the preacher preach I got them gates in my eyes
[01:47.83]
[00:14.44] I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play then he dead
[00:17.41] What's crackin'? 'Cause my favourite lingo, wrap my flag round my head
[00:20.67] Walk round the corner, caught him vengo Timmy take off his dreads
[00:23.31] Shots fire 'Pah, pah!', man down he's up in the sky
[00:26.32] The police know it's homocides everytime that we ride
[00:29.34] Them wars withstain, started big 'cause day and night we gon' slide
[00:32.45] Steady watchin' the preacher preach I got them gates in my eyes
[00:35.52] TPS me 'til they block it, pop my head I'm like, 'Mayday'
[00:38.35] From day to night they go and search for opps
[00:40.39] They know that's they payday
[00:41.64] No name, buried, it's blocked, and when they caught 'em my eight, sixth grade
[00:45.16] I had to drop I never went to the eighth grade
[00:47.76] Never heard of, I'm screamin' out homicide
[00:50.50] I'd rather watch the two top shotters who will come take your life
[00:53.53] We live a life of Curtis Jackson, 'Get rich or die tryin'
[00:56.56] One shot, man down, smile on your face while you die
[00:59.67] My label told me I make music, make 'em boys go an' kill
[01:02.46] Gotta take a trip to LAS to get some drip for Kill Bill
[01:05.47] I caught her rushin', bust the glocks when I was out on the field
[01:08.30] Them hitters come and sweep your block to get a house on the hill
[01:11.38] No plastic cups I'm sippin', New Orleans
[01:13.34] Got a big black glock with a big red beam
[01:14.60] Whole hunnid Rasta, them my genes
[01:16.37] I fuck up perps a killer bean
[01:17.66] Swing on they screet, kill they whole team
[01:19.32] I stop they deal I kill they dreams
[01:20.81] Fuck they whole crew, that what I mean
[01:22.15] Oh grime my grave I pulled a lean
[01:24.11] Ayy, no capuccino, Devil cup I sip right
[01:26.57] I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play then he dead
[01:29.52] West crackin' cuss my favourite lingo, wrap my flag round my head
[01:32.67] Walk round the corner, caught him vengo, Timmy take off his dreads
[01:35.39] Shots fire 'Pah, pah!', man down he's up in the sky
[01:38.49] The police it's homocides everytime that we ride
[01:41.28] Them wars withstain, started big 'cause day and night we gon' slide
[01:44.31] Steady watchin' the preacher preach I got them gates in my eyes
[01:47.83]