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letra de oppland - swiss gambino

producer tag: “hoodwitanotha1”

[verse] –
f-ck it, let’s roll ’em
these p-ssy b-tches want the smoke but can’t hold it
13 in the chamberlain, i shoot it out while i’m posted
b-tch i’m the coldest, below zero yea i’m frozen but chosen
i keep on creepin’ helen keller, i move in silence with motion

[hook] –
i hang in oppland, the b-tches don’t want to play where opps stand (say what?!)
these n-ggas thugging on the net, but really shaking opp hands
b-tch i’m a dead man, demon seed, gon’ blow your head man
catch me outside smoking your brother, d-mn my lungs can’t stand man

[verse] –
i’m finna talk my sh-t know i ain’t f-cking around with no opp boy
i’m bound to knock a n-gga’s cap off, feel like bobby b-tch, i’m a hotboy
step outside, it’s hot boy
flash ’em right with that glock, boy
osama catch you lackin’ your best bet is talking to god, boy
f-ck a n-gga b-tch, know i’m down to catch a murder feeling like ksoo
chopper sing it like mariah carey hit a high note when that k blow
my n-ggas probably think i’m simon says, they gonna step on sh-t if i say so
demon baby, i’m a devil child knock his top off, make him lay low
they mamas screaming out “oh no!”
play with montana i’ma face bro, raining bullets on you like a raincoat
f-ck an angel wing, give him halos
send to heaven where a n-gga can’t go, even god couldn’t have a say so
catch him lacking creeping by the window, open casket see that n-gga’s face gone
see his face gone knock his top off, make him stand straight while he limbos
they see me then copy me, like fax n-gga that’s 10-4
from northside i keep 5 on me, if i lose 1 i’ma spin 4, i’ma shoot , and then watch 2 go boom boom! that’s zero. (where i be??)
[hook] –
i hang in oppland, the b-tches don’t want to play where opps stand (say what?!)
these n-ggas thugging on the net, but really shaking opp hands
b-tch i’m a dead man, demon seed, gon’ blow your head man
catch me outside smoking your brother, d-mn my lungs can’t stand man

[verse] –
f-ck you wanna do ’bout it, i’ma lose my top in this b-tch
them instagangstas don’t want war, we gon’ rock out in this b-tch
ain’t want to spin, i heard you looking for a glock in this b-tch
you better bust it, if you don’t you won’t walk out of this b-tch
keep it pg, like la, i got a clip on me
your dead n-ggas been taking up my lungs, no more can’t fit homie
these n-ggas really out here switching gangs, man f-ck their big homies (you a b-tch!)
smokin’ on some spin, but you ain’t spin, man you a b-tch homie (f-ck you!)
i’m really making a way now, blow off his top so you can’t see their face, so i guess you can’t say that’s a case now
these n-ggas be getting f-cked up in their trap house, b-tch i was thug on the playground
even with captions you can’t see what i’m saying, like b-tch i be spitting out mace now
i know i been it, but they say i ain’t sh-t but don’t f-ck with me i don’t play ’round
’cause b-tch i’ma dog, like a k-9
you was calling your b-tch, she was eating my d-ck, i guess you can say she got facetimed
i’ll make you fadeaway just like some dust in the air, when i shoot at your tapeline
don’t even speak on the gang to the net if you know that you’re not on the same time

- swiss gambino

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