paroles de chanson FAKING OPPS! - calsocold

These niggas don't got opps walking round flexing a prop
Told that lil bitch to just stop she eating all of my cock
Flexing that gun lil nigga come around me get popped
You a lil dumb ass nigga dick riding need to be stopped
My twizzy stay with a Glock
These niggas faking they opps
That boy he cuffing a thot
Big body tonka don't stop
I get a bag I flip it
If she want the dick she can get it
She giving throat cause she miss it
And my niggas always go hit shit

I get a bag
I get a bag
I get a bag
I get a bag
I get a bag
I get a bag

These niggas they mad they going out sad
He sad bout a bitch
Ya music is trash
I hop in that jag
That bitch is real fast
She shaking that ass
She working that throat
I hop in that ghost
She sucking it slow

I told that bitch get out
Walk on The road
Made like three band while I'm making this song
That nigga a bitch
He can't make a song
Glock 23 that bitch came with a drum
Knock his head off put it right in the trunk
My bitch she bad she look good in a thong
He talking hot but still suck on his thumb
Widebody hellcat that bitch looking strong

These niggas don't got opps walking round flexing a prop
Told that lil bitch to just stop she eating all of my cock
Flexing that gun lil nigga come around me get popped
You a lil dumb ass nigga dick riding need to be stopped
My twizzy stay with a Glock
These niggas faking they opps
That boy he cuffing a thot
Big body tonka don't stop
I get a bag I flip it
If she want the dick she can get it
She giving throat cause she miss it
And my niggas always go hit shit