paroles de chanson O.P.P (feat. Jdot Breezy & Whoppa Wit Da Choppa) - Enchanting , Jdot Breezy , Whoppa Wit Da Choppa , Gucci Mane

(Ayy, Big Chant)
(Phew)

I can't take niggas for real
They ass be all talk
I put his ass up on a leash
Finna take him for a walk
Ayy, Why you BM always mad at me?
It ain't my fault
I lounge around in Double C's
Some shit her biddy bought

I told they ass I was a real P, they ain't believe me
I know my pussy hella good
'Cause none of my niggas leave me
I know I tell my nigga lies
Sometimes I be misleading
But I still look him in his eyes
And fuck him like a Demon

Ayy, Ion never stay around too long
We Fuck, I'm leavin'
I call him like I ain't with you
So how the fuck you breathin'?
This Nigga tellin' me he love me
He don't know the meaning
If he can't give me what I want
Can't lie, I'm prolly cheatin'

Can't lie, I got my nigga ways
But I learn from the best
I did his ass like he did me
And now he fucking stressed
Can't find no bitch to take his mind off me
I fuck him best
He called my phone number on private
Yeah, you know the rest

I had to grade him on his head
This nigga passed the test
You mad yo nigga love it here
I got these bitches pressed
I need the Nigga wit' the most
Can't settle for no less
I not the bitch to be yo peace
I have you in distress

Don't give a fuck if you in town
I'm not no tour guide
That nigga just up in this water, He gon' baptized
Split through the hood a couple times
He never outside
Won't say im sorry to no nigga, I got big pride

My nigga know, he make me mad?
I put him in my verse
While niggas dissing on my name
They all end up in hearse
I stay wit' blick, I let it blow, I hide it in my purse
I be laughin', niggas chicken
They end up in churches

Ayy, while you kickin' it the spot
You gotta make a purchase
Watch yo tone fo' you wake up
Surrounded by some nurses
Bitches out here lost
They still ain't found they purpose
Once I get the best out of a nigga
I treat him like he worthless

I can't save nigga, I'm not G-O-D
I be breakin' niggas like it's my J-O-B
Please don't touch my shit cause I got O-C-D
Runnin' through these niggas pockets
Spendin' O.P.P

(O.P.P, we spendin' other people paper, fuck?
We run in these niggas pockets
I mean,they ain't gon do shit but
Lie & Fuck-Up anyway, so we might as well
Fuck they money up, Whop, Whop)

P-I-M-P, bitch that's me
I cant trust a bitch
As far as I can motherfuckin' see
Too much paper over here
She wanna leave I let her be
Her Favorite food beef
Well bitch get on yo knees and eat this meat

Woke up early morning
Part of this got me like "Fuck the World"
I ain't tryna make more Opps
This nigga mad I fucked his girl
He better stay up in his place
You know that Drac' gon make him curl
That go for any nigga
Add the "S" behind it, make it plural

Bless the attitude
But she a bad bitch wit' her referral
This nigga out his mind
I think he fuckin' wit' that bald girl
This Choppa hit his spine
His back in, he pressed like Uncle Url
My broski wet him down
The last man get caught, make a mural

I can't take her serious
She just see this cash and it's "Oh, Geek!"
I ain't no trick but I'm not spendin' shit
If you can't make me skeet
I might put you on this flight
So you can stay for 'bout a week
But after that you goin' home
Cause bitch this money callin' me

Why these bitches stalkin' me?
Cause I ball like 23
I from the "One Night Stand"
So she gettin' fucked in the backseat
Name a nigga playin' me
We point him out and we gon' see
This Nigga think just Cause I'm rappin'
I won't drop his fuckin C

Ayy, don't ask me I smoke, bitch
Let's hit the blunt and see
Her Baby Daddy been a bitch
These niggas know don't play wit' me
I'm in a 'Vette, got that Drac' on me
Ain't no backseat
On that X couldn't go to sleep
So I'm back on that lean

Gave the ho some money
Now she thinks she my bitch
In Da club wit' my blood
DJ know don't play no O.P.P shit
I'mma Cuff you & I know you fucked my Dawg
It don't make no sense
She said "Why you Fuck my friend?"
But I ain't know it

2 chains on my neck
And these bitches buss
Ayy, my lil bitch a gangsta
She'on give a fuck
Put her in the car
Got that bitch movin' like a Maybach truck
6 figure nigga still in the hood
And I can't be touched

You can't fool me wit' that makeup
Ho you still ugly
You can't play me like you bougie
Ho you still fucked me
This niggas broke for real
They ain't never touched a hunnid
My pink cost more than yo car
Nigga out that on sum

(Yeah, Yeah, once you Fuck another nigga
Baby you a O.P.P, Aight?
Cause that's other people's pussy
You see what in sayin'? Yeah, Yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on
While lotta gang shit)