NBA YoungBoy - Opposite (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - Opposite (en) Lyrics
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I thought that you was the opposite
You was the one I was rockin' with
I'm the one who would think
we'll never end
Get that money, with you
I go shoppin' with
In the spot with me and my dogs
With a lot of guns and people
runnin' in and out (D-Roc)
In a brand new whip and I know
that it's clear that I
gave my all for (Yeah)
For the ones ain't here and I know that
it's clear that's who I ball for
Mind ain't thinkin' too clear (Uh-uh),
headed to a bag on a lear, ayy
Got me the baddest ones in here, they
only wear PL, Birkin and Chanel
Keep me a ski-mask, part
of what I wear
Totin' on somеthin' that'll
knock down a whale
Wearin' on a fit that thesе
niggas can't get
Wear the same shit when I'm
playin' with the bears
Play 'round, shootin' shit,
same fit in jail
Diamonds, they too big,
get up out my ear
Same young man, steady
totin' that flag
Murder one, Damu, all crabs get killed
I'm with a lot of money even
though I want you here
But she actin' crazy,
she want her a baby
I really got one, chase
that bag every month
From the night to the sun,
I been countin' up paper
That Patek, bought it eight
and I value two hundred
Every car that I got, on
the dash, two hundred
If you don't got a helicopter
then you ain’t gon' stop me
Hit the gas, hop out and start runnin'
In a brand new whip and I know that
it's clear that I gave my all for
Mind ain't thinkin' too clear, uh,
headed to a bag on a lear, ayy
Run that bag up, it's just
me and my partners
Hustle so hard, I go
buy you some Prada
I get that drank from prescriptions
with doctors
Sit in this bitch and I
drank a whole lotta
I want you here for to
feel on yo' body
Know that I’m down and you
say that you got it
Don't come around me if
you ain't got Roxy’s
I ain't givin' nothin', I can't
choose what you poppin'
Fuck with you, I thought that
you was the opposite
Stuck with you, we stuck together,
my pockets bent
Dollars, ain't have me no
hundreds inside of it
Get in some shit, gotta
shoot, Stojaković
Ain’t poppin' that shit
unless I come up in it
That drank in that bottle
tryna come with a Remy
Forever we rockin', saw
you on silly shit
Never thought you was the one
who was so quick to switch
With a lot of guns and people
runnin' in and out
Waitin' for yo' call, steady gettin'
high, ain't comin' down
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