anyday (feat. Baby Capone)

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Opera Van Java (abbreviated as OVJ) is an improvisation comedy show broadcast on the Indonesian TV station Trans7. The show's concept is of wayang orang performances in a modern setting. As such, all positions are referred as wayang.The sketches are varied. They may be adapted from Indonesian folklore, biographies of famous persons, fiction, mystery stories, foreign stories, or popular culture. The name Opera Van Java likely comes as a parody of nickname of several places in Java by the Dutch during Indonesia's colonial times (i.e. Parijs van Java (Paris of Java) for Bandung), hence the name means Opera of Java. On 15 August 2016, Opera Van Java was revived with the new stars. more »

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If it's racks, I made me a couple
If it's drippin', I made me a puddle
If it's hoes, I need me a huddle
If I put this shit on, it's not subtle
I can write me a song for a bitch
But I'm never gon' tell her I love you
I been workin', got no time to cuddle
And I'm just tryna finish the puzzle
That boy talk too much, give him a muzzle
Used to f*ck with you, now I can't trust you
I'm tryna turn a brand new page
I'm tryna get fly and get paid
And niggas be thinkin' life can't change
But that shit could change for you any day

I see red on his head and I get him
I got green on my body and it's venom
If it's beef, then the members come get him
I don't know where your phone at, bitch
Can't you see I'm countin' presidentials?
I went Beverly Hills residential
Remember days I was stuck in the middle?
It was cold like the snow in December
And nobody ain't care for my mental
When nobody wasn't showing no love
Till I start gettin' racks in these muthafuckin' denims
Man they thought a Hellcat was a rental
All this jealousy, hate, I can handle
And I know that they sayin' I can't put this shit on
I ain't trippin', that's they propaganda
Hit the pawn shop to reload the ammo
Hit the bank to go cash out the store
Just been on the road and shoppin' at stores and Lowe's
And pourin' up on every four
I was born in this world
I was just being told you gon' find some love
Be like "where this shit go"
But I can't play you wrong
I still keep a hoe
but I only know she comin' round for the glow uh, uh
I know she gettin' a little wet
She just seen the players walk in Uh, uh,
You know I'm hittin' the scene with some ice
And my bitch top ten uh, uh
I heard Capone so slimy
I seen some scales on the skin uh, uh
I heard the engine he put in his Benz
He crank that shit gone in the wind
Free my brothers that sit in the pen
I been runnin' up racks with my twin
She been goin' like back and forth all in my phone
Like bitch I ain't gon' tell you again
I been out tryna make sure we win
But you think I'm here gettin' some skins
You be thinkin' I be doin' you wrong
But wait till I pop out this shit with an M

If it's racks, I made me a couple
If it's drippin', I made me a puddle
If it's hoes, I need me a huddle
If I put this shit on, it's not subtle
I can write me a song for a bitch
But I'm never gon' tell her I love you
I been workin', got no time to cuddle
And I'm just tryna finish the puzzle
That boy talk too much, give him a muzzle
Used to f*ck with you, now I can't trust you
I'm tryna turn a brand new page
I'm tryna get fly and get paid
And niggas be thinkin' life can't change
But that shit could change for you any day

I see that you hopin' for a change
Till it happen, I'll pray for ya
No, I can't go out my way for ya
Sorry, baby, but I cannot wait for ya
I'm tryna get all my racks up
For my brother, I pick up this K for ya
For my brother, I'm lettin' it spray for ya
Tell the angels to open the gates for ya
That's the gist, I get me a new hoe when I'm pissed
I walked in new swag, what is this?
And I'm poppin' new tags, I'm legit
I still rockin' G-Shock like a jit
I'm Coco Gauf with the wrist, Call me
Buddy Ryan send a blitz, ya dig
Niggas cannot match my fits, ya dig
I know lil' mama want the fix, uh
Drip on me, swag on me
What you wanna call it, nigga goddamn, uh
Why the f*ck you hatin' on me
Let me pop my collar, nigga, goddamn, aye
Tell me what they finna say
When they see Vaughn in a Lamb
yeah I'm just tryna get this bread, dawg, with my fam

If it's racks, I made me a couple
If it's drippin', I made me a puddle
If it's hoes, I need me a huddle
If I put this shit on, it's not subtle
I can write me a song for a bitch
But I'm never gon' tell her I love you
I been workin', got no time to cuddle
And I'm just tryna finish the puzzle
That boy talk too much, give him a muzzle
Used to f*ck with you, now I can't trust you
I'm tryna turn a brand new page
I'm tryna get fly and get paid
And niggas be thinkin' life can't change
But that shit could change for you any day

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