Floyd Miles - Opinions lyrics

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Floyd Miles - Opinions lyrics

Intro/Chorus: I'm just trying to get this dope (just tryna get it) Every other city I go Every other dollar I see I'm just trying to get this dough (trying to get it) Tell them n***as watch and see Every other city I go Every other dollar I see I'm just trying to get this dough Tell them n***as watch and see Verse 1: [Dave East] Everybody got opinions like an iPhone We Buy chrome, certain blocks you couldn't ride on Dollar vans, Jamaica ave for the tan Timbs Still wondering if the Lord forgives when man sin I'm about an bankroll, small paper beat it Humble but conceited, ain't none of these n***as need it Approach me like a king when I'm greeted Gang members throwing up there set, that's there [?] From a block never talk about it, if you ain't see it f** the cops, I ain't never hustle back with so roll up the backwoods Ravens wood burning on the fire, the D's pressing Relocate it back up town, pa** me my crown They say the head of king is heavy, stacking green fully loaded magazine 'case your team get jelly Knock em off asking for change like a seen in belly How the f** they match my bars, never seen a celly Tell ya team get ready Chorus 2X: [Dave East/Floyd Miles] Verse 2: [Dave East] Tripping Lobster, aura like a pimp or mobster Plate the chopper, make him go a switch his roster Feel like the sickest when I kick it, go and get the doctor Getting chicken, now they looking at me different FAWK EM! Young and buck em, I'm tryna Lamborghini truck em. Nothing Pull that foreign out, your b**h is f**ing Play the back, Getting smacked with crystal bu*ton Pump it up, still I'm focused like i'm just erupting I was f**ed up for a long time, I'm talking struggling You ain't talking 'bout no money, you ain't talking nothing I already f**ed her sister, tryna hit her cousin Acting like y'all get it cracking but y'all n***as bluffing Fill that Tahoe up with bird, then we call it stuffing Wavy cuffing, that b**h is really so disgusting She was naked in the condo, woke up making muffins Pack a number nine like Rondo for you n***as fronting Chorus 2X: [Dave East/Floyd Miles]