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LYRICFLUENTOppanese Lyrics by Fredo Bang Fredo Bang
Below, you will find the lyrics for Oppanese by Fredo Bang.
Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
I don't need no nigga to vouch for me my body count gon' speak
Bitch tryna bring up opps, I told that ho, 'I don't speak Oppanese'
She like, 'Why you keep me 'round? But it's the top and drop some knees
They want me in the cell, they tryna stop me like Monopoly
dissing in his feelings, I ain't trippin', he just talk loud
Pull up or a mil' up out the cell, it's just three eight-ball
All my opps got bullet holes, you can ask them what that Drac' 'bout
I'm not thrilling, I got bodies, so my bidness, you should stay out
I quit sippin' syrup, I can't doze off
Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
I quit sippin' syrup, I can't doze off
Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
Say something, spray something, I make it sound off
Draco hold a hunnid, I done knocked the whole crowd off
I don't really know what I'm doin' yeah, yeah
We get the drop, we on your ass, we make these niggas vacate
Pop a nigga, do some time, we call that shit a vacay
Choppa sing, make it ring, better call for mayday
Catch 'em slippin', they go nuts 'cause they know it's payday wait
they say it's money on my head, they on my coat-tail
Why you waiting? I got niggas at your doorbell
Yeah, I drop twenty, I drop thirty if it's smoke there
Last time I checked, I think my youngin' took a soul there
I quit sippin' syrup, I can't doze off
Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
I quit sippin' syrup, I can't doze off
Choppa spittin', get to rippin' all the doors off
He was a troll, that shit got old, I made him doze off
Blood up on my shoes, now I'm tryna wash his soul off
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