Spread The Opps Lyrics in English

Spread The Opps Lyrics – Lecrae Lyrics

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Singer Lecrae
Composer Lecrae
Music Lecrae (Singles)
Song Writer Lecrae, Ace Harris, Dude Clayy, Simbo, JuanRa, DrumGod, Deandre Hunter, Alexandria Dollar

Spread The Opps Lyrics in English

We on top
We got love
Kill the opp
We on top
We got love
Kill the oppHoly father, God in heaven
Show your power, Let it come
For your kingdom and your honor
To your spirit and your son
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps outOh! i think they hate me (Yeah!)
In my bape tee (Woo)
Ain’t no pardons in the garden
If you snake me (Yeah!)
You can’t break me (Uhh! )
Tryna chase me (Yee)
When it’s rocky, I move asap
You can’t drake me (Shoo)
I’m fine, I got my feet up
I ain’t never scared, Don’t put my heat up
I was outside and trying, No re-Up
Where my opps at? god gone eat up
They ain’t ever free us
Lock my family up, My mama told the judge
“He ain’t no killer”
It’s all good ‘Cause on that prison yard
He preaching about the healer
Spread the opps out (Woo)
Now the cops out (Sheesh)
Facing death, You wanna plead
But you can’t cop out
Now you locked out, I promise my god coming back
When he do, It’s a problem
Got his attention but you don’t want tension
You don’t want the smoke, It’s too late
You done got it

Holy father, God in heaven
Show your power, Let it come
For your kingdom and your honor
To your spirit and your son
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out
Spread the opps out

What’s your intentions?
I see your screws and your wrenches
You tryna break up the bi’ness, Ruin my witness
Spreading yo’ lies and opinions
You don’t deserve my attention
You’s a pretender
We was so used to the cold
And my mama gave birth to a winner
Put all the opps on alert
Then we out in the trenches
And demons do not get forgiveness
Pray for repentance for all my family that’s sinning
I ain’t the truth, I’m a witness
I got some blood on my hands
And some dirt on my fingers
You know that i gotta go get it
I gotta go get it
Lord, Help me kill all of my demons
I look in the mirror, I seen them
I had a bm, I forced her to get an abortion
I pray when i die, I can meet him
They want me cheating, Telling me open my dms
Eat all this fruit that i’m seeing
I got some people in prison, I need to go see them
If it weren’t for the lord, I would be them
Yeah! i know they won’t catch me lacking
See me off in traffic
Yeah! i’m packing
Got that oppa-Stoppa apostolic ratchet
About that action, Keep ten toe two-Threes
But jesus my a$$assin
If you asking
I’m still 116 until i’m in a casket
I see my opps tryna pop out (Woo)
They wanna pull every stop out
Wait ’til my god spin the block
And he let up in shots
He gone air every spot out
(Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo)

 

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