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Performed By: Ocean gråta djävulen
Length: 2:18
Written by: Paris Anderson




Ocean gråta djävulen - Opp Lyrics




Olé give it to you broad day
Don't make me get the drop
Fore the cops get you all sprayed
Yeah you talk a lot
Til the shots leave you sideways
Ima chase em down
Leave your body in the hallway
Acting like you loco
Talking like my old hoe
Saying what gon do to me
But we know you toto
Where the blicky blicky?
Keep the grippy grippy
Ima dance the bullets on your spine
Sookie sookie
I ain't with the chit chat
Bitch I keep a big gat
She don't speak no english
But they run when she say click clack
You gon get your mans wacked
Leave designer shirts splat
Keep on throwing shade son
Ima push your roof back
And I got a new stick
That'll get your jaw ripped
Zooka it can do ya' if you want it
Get your whip flip
And we know you been bitch
I ain't what the tough talk stupid
Them shooters get the word
Yeah juu'hurd we ruthless
Get you off boy save the tough talk boy
You ain't satisfy til they find you
So where slump boy
Yea I know some Cuz boys
And I know some Damu's
When I phone the plug boy
They ain't never heard of you
But soon we gon finish you
Glock tuck by BB with the Robins when spark it
It's gon leave you dearly departed
Don't start shit why you wanna act now
Til you hear the glock spit
Blow your f*cking back out
Keep 100 toes down
That's about 10 clips 10 sticks 10 whips
Suck a dick bitch you been snitch
That's about 10 clips 10 sticks 10 whips
Suck a dick bitch you been snitch
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Olé give it to you broad day
Don't make me get the drop
Fore the cops get you all sprayed
Yeah you talk a lot
Til the shots leave you sideways
Ima chase em down
Leave your body in the hallway
Acting like you loco
Talking like my old hoe
Saying what gon do to me
But we know you toto
Where the blicky blicky?
Keep the grippy grippy
Ima dance the bullets on your spine
Sookie sookie
I ain't with the chit chat
Bitch I keep a big gat
She don't speak no english
But they run when she say click clack
You gon get your mans wacked
Leave designer shirts splat
Keep on throwing shade son
Ima push your roof back
And I got a new stick
That'll get your jaw ripped
Zooka it can do ya' if you want it
Get your whip flip
And we know you been bitch
I ain't what the tough talk stupid
Them shooters get the word
Yeah juu'hurd we ruthless
Get you off boy save the tough talk boy
You ain't satisfy til they find you
So where slump boy
Yea I know some Cuz boys
And I know some Damu's
When I phone the plug boy
They ain't never heard of you
But soon we gon finish you
Glock tuck by BB with the Robins when spark it
It's gon leave you dearly departed
Don't start shit why you wanna act now
Til you hear the glock spit
Blow your f*cking back out
Keep 100 toes down
That's about 10 clips 10 sticks 10 whips
Suck a dick bitch you been snitch
That's about 10 clips 10 sticks 10 whips
Suck a dick bitch you been snitch
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Writer: Paris Anderson
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