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osomal - otw lyrics

[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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