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letra de otw - osomal

[intro]
a-a-aye, tank
phew, phew
phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
aye, uh

[chorus]
i put it down and picked it right back up
i think i’m addicted (whewgh)
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout drugs, but if i was, just know i’m always lifted
yeah, i think i got the sickness, i admit it, god my witness, aye

[verse 1]
i paid that lil sh-t off, the police waste my— aye, aye
i paid that lil sh-t off, the police wastin’ time
i’m gettin’ that f-ck 12, i only paid that sh-t cause i don’t want they face in mine
i was made for this, they can’t do what i do, so they payin’ for this
they like, “when is hе droppin’?” they praying for this (prayin’ for this)
ep on the way, saying y’all want six songs
y’all bettеr be playing that sh-t
but i don’t even care about the numbers
i ain’t gon’ lie, long as that sh-t do a hunna (aye, aye)
i’m cool on the foreign, lil baby, i’m from the hood, i’ll look fly in a honda
[?], been like f-ck all that beef sh-t lately, oso rather get to the munna, aye
[verse 2]
i put it down and picked it right back up
i think i’m addicted to this sh-t
i can’t go missing for a bit (whewgh)
they say i’on miss, go hit for hit
now i feel like oso robinson (whewgh)
f-ck with the sound, they jockin’ it
i been tryna lock it in
got sons and i got opposites (whewgh)
meaning i got daughters too
i caught the flu, i thought i was finna have me some wings, no [?]
by any means i get the pack off, skateboard or i’ll walk to you
these lil n-ggas cooked tryna f-ck with me, come and get a piece, oso barbecue
really from the skreets, you grew up with a silver spoon, feeding like bartholomew, i—

[verse 3]
i put it down and picked it right back up
i think i’m addicted
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout drugs, but if i was, just know i’m always lifted
yeah, i think i got the sickness, i admit it, god my witness, uh
i know i can’t be stagnant, and i know i can’t be timid (no)
if sh-t was gon’ come, then it would’ve came, you gotta go get up and get it (whewgh)
i ain’t gon’ fumble the bag once i get it again
it’s get rich or die trying like 50, aye
i think i got the sickness, i admit it
think i got the what? god my—, (whewgh) aye, aye
[chorus]
i put it down and picked it right back up
i think i’m addicted (whewgh)
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout drugs, but if i was, just know i’m always lifted
i think i got the sickness, i admit it, god my witness (whewgh)

- osomal

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