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O.T.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
O.T. è stato pubblicato il 9 febbraio 2018 da DigiGlo come parte dell'album Naruglo
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AlbumNaruglo
Data di uscita9 febbraio 2018
EtichettaDigiGlo
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM76

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Boom, bang, O.T
All this damn loud got my head gone, swear I got my head on
Head on to the money, gotta thank my dad and mom
I'm always thinking 'bout my brothers, and I'm thinking 'bout the guwap
I was thinking 'bout the trap and I ain't even had nothing on the clock
I could fly to Cali right now, I could hit up the plug, I could send you a box
I got me a check, I spent it on drugs
I don't even remember what I had bought
I get a lil check and spend it all, they prolly like "He young and dumb"
Moving slow, my body numb
Tadoe, he a fucking bug
I'm O.T, outta town, over turnt, spend a dub
Fuck yo heart, I don't show no love
I'm in love with my double cup
Gilbert Arenas with my gun, walk in the arena with my slug
People die everyday in my city so I ain't never really stunt
Finna go back in the cut, down bad, take down the plug
Pockets hurting, I need that mud
Hit a lick, now I'm up to some
Smoking dope with yo lil cousin
No Milwaukee, I get to bucking
Come correct if you wanting something
Blue hundreds, you know how we bummin'
All this damn loud got my head gone, swear I got my head on
Head on to the money, gotta thank my dad and mom
I'm always thinking 'bout my brothers, and I'm thinking 'bout the guwap
I was thinking 'bout the trap and I ain't even had nothing on the clock
Voices all up in my head, I don't even know what to think
Voices all up in my head, telling me just to squeeze
I had just got a check, feeling like Mr Deeds
I done did all the drugs, xannies, mollies and E
Big bronem in the trap, fucking 'round with the D
I know some clucks in the town, they offer A through Z
Yo bitch jumped up in the water, there ain't no saving she
I could shoot at your team, I could shoot in the league
But you should play with yourself, you shouldn't play with me
And you know Art Gang, these pistols will paint a piece
Her ass looking like a peach, yeah I am off a three
I'm off a three times three, of the lean and the cream
They know that I'm a fiend, fiend for all of the green
I smoke one and then repeat, I see an opp, I redeem
Damn I think I gotta go pee, I think I had too much drink
I'm so high like I'm on IV, Superbad I got no ID
I'm O.T, outta town, over turnt, over tree, O.T
Only the Glo Gods, OTG
I could fly to Cali right now, I could hit up the plug, I could send you a box
I got me a check, I spent it on drugs
I don't even remember what I had bought
I get a lil check and spend it all, they prolly like "He young and dumb"
Moving slow, my body numb
Tadoe, he a fucking bug
I'm capping 'till my time is done
I'm Captain Kirk up in the club
Won't hesitate to up my pump
I'm OT off drugs, super star
Written by: Darryl Reed
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