Da$h & Retch - Opposition - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro] You gotta nother swisher? Alright [Verse 1] Yeah So Shit I stopped smoking with haters back in 06' You wasn't leanin or [?] Nigga, you ain't pour shit I'm arguably one of the dopest I come through your label cause an explosion BOOM! Okinawa With a bitch who look like Yoko Ono, we smokin sour Clip the blunt and then we film a porno, iPhone 4 flow Cuttin on my HDR, she screamin "fuck me hard" I hit it in her husband car Feelin like Mojo Risin, dangerously high Before his bitch walked in that bathroom and said that he died Ain't worried bout no overdose This dead head OG that I'm tokin, got a nigga comatose They tellin me I over smoke and over sip Really I don't give no shits Puffin Newports, pimpin hoes Like Too $hort on these fuckin simps With ten toes on the pavement Livin what I'm saying, over here we ain't conformin Just adapting like we cavemen Yeah So [Hook] Motherfuck the opposition / Rollin, smokin, poppin, sippin [x2] Fuck the opposition Motherfuck the opposition Rollin, smokin, poppin, sippin Motherfuck the opposition Fuck the opposition Motherfuck the opposition / Rollin, smokin, poppin, sippin [x2] Motherfuck the opposition [Verse 2] My friends call me a alcoholic All of this drinkin in the mornin Tell em mind they fuckin business, Henny bottle keep on pourin Y'all listen to my recordings And say all I talk about is money, drugs and bitches Not the nights I had to hustle, struggle, run ya pockets Snatch ya chain off ya neck, half your re-up pay my debts Other half I flip for profits, split the cheese with my set Major players in the field dawg Knievel crew, what the fuck the meanin of fear dawg? Just to see how far niggas came in the past year dawg This shit is like a sick dream, cause Mav still facin 15 Tryna get rich off 16's, and the greats die round 28 I got 8 and a half and I can't be late Tryna get us straight, tape my work while I blaze my herb I play the street, while you bitch niggas play the curb Control ya mind when I play with words Food for thought, and your plate is served Nigga [Hook]
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