Lyrics:
living wit his mama
And his 3rd baby mama and they little child Roger
And its like a soap opera whole hood know there drama
Everyday you gotta hear em
to the kids, give back to the hood
Love my dreams never thinking wish I could, understood
We all under pressure, that's just where we live
By them codes, always
her half Phantom of Opera
Got the hood on like a cobra
We drink you steady going over
You think you getting over
Like when you getting over
Fucking up
me the medicine
Yeah, GS boy-boy
Phantom of the opera, music getting popular
Motherfuckers noticing, hood rats stopping us
Trying to chop it up, but
a soap opera
Everyday is like a soap opera
As the world turns, one life to live
Got me giving out more than I got to give
Everyday is like a soap opera
Yeah my choppa sings like the leader of an opera
Shot him down and told his mom go make a montage
Rockstar kid ain't nobody finna stop us
With
lifts fully to reveal
The staircase of the
Opera house the opera ball
Begins among the GUESTS
Are four carrying strange
Percussion instruments:
A monkey
Tired of these niggas walking
Round like they capo
I be holding choppas
I be holding choppas
Point at his his head make
Him sang like a Opera
The girl of your dreams be coming over to smoke
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Drop it, stop it
With all the soap operas
Seguimos en el Hood beach
Quemando good $heet
Cantando todo lo que pedí al street
Mis negros tienen los hits
Ay mamá reza por mí
Seguimos en el Hood
Hit it
Young Philly from the block y'all rock stars
This is criminal opera I got y'all
60 niggas willin' to pop y'all or rock y'all
Freezer
some more, nigga
Yeah, yeah, my mama know, she know about me
Know about me
My whole hood know about me
Whole hood, they know about me
These bad
Hit it
Young Philly from the block y'all rock stars
This is criminal opera I got y'all
60 niggas willin' to pop y'all or rock y'all
Freezer
make a proper dinner
Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin'
Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
up in the dash
a shame that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here!
(The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the opera house. The opera ball begins. Among
to my hood and see (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch, man y'all can't kill me (nine lives)
Line it up hoes, one, two, three (line it up)
I'm a bad bitch, man
the trap in the hood I was raised in
Fuck on a hot thotiana she blazianBut
I love this cash m.o.b that's engraved in
I keep the trenchez sizzling
And sittin on the bench for me harder then ballin
The reason why Im standin up for love that we fall in
And Club Opera gon be the place that we crawl in
up
All that you can do
Is prepare for the opera
A fat bitches harmony's
For niggas who bring harm to me
Lead shower your arteries
Better you than me
questa sera è gigante
Lo metterò in una canzone
Ci faranno un'opera d'arte
La notte stellata di Van Gogh
La fortuna è cieca Ray Charles
Versami da bere
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were dere
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash the fuckin'
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
milking niggas for real where im from
We need a mill where im from
They need deals where im from
And where im from is the hood
Brooklyn to be exact you
Yeah they call me Drobama
I'm from the hood, but I pull up on em so proper
A young nigga, but my soul feel like a old timer
If my homies already had
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