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O2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór O2 został wydany 7 stycznia 2026 przez Title Genesis jako część albumu O2 - Single
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Data wydania7 stycznia 2026
WytwórniaTitle Genesis
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM72

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Title Genesis
Title Genesis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Williamson
Paul Williamson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Title Genesis
Title Genesis
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Yuh, turn me up, aye
Turn me up
Turn me up
Turn me up
Aye, aye, look
Pump it in, oxygen
Pump it up, boxing gym
I punched enough these **** up
I’m tough enough, I’m boxing him
Im boxing him, I’m boxing you
You hit me once, I’ll punch you too
Ill raise the roof, I pump the juice
Cuz I got gas in here
I got gas in every suburb
 I got gas in every summer
I’ve been bringing home the bread
Bringing, bringing home the butter
Bringing, bringing home the supper
Bringing, bringing home the visa
I was Ice cold
when I came to the door freezing
I was sixteen when I flipped my first pack
Now I got a big bling and a SnapBack
You can put it my bag in a ziplock
Never wanna see these **** so criss crossed
I be fucked up with the wrong ****
at the wrong time
Never wanna hit a young sucka
Hit ‘em with the rhyme
Hit ‘em in the shoulder
Hit ‘em with the boulder
Body hit the welcome mat
before my gun could touch the holster
Pump it in, oxygen
Pump it up, boxing gym
I punched enough these **** up
I’m tough enough, I’m boxing him
Im boxing him, I’m boxing you
You hit me once, I’ll punch you too
Ill raise the roof, I pump the juice
Cuz I got gas in here
Fuck ‘em up
Double cup
My emotion snoozing
I was here, I was here,
You didn’t wanna’ choose me
Back it up, back it in
Push your back into me
Take you back to the crib
Or we could make a movie right here
At 9 approximately he got on the box and called
Oxycotton call me
With the bowls of rice-roni
Rare edition rolli, hit the rink and ice the golie
I got lots of Pinot Grigio we got bitches only
I got gas in every suburb
 I got gas in every summer
I’ve been bringing home the bread
Bringing, bringing home the butter
Bringing, bringing home the supper
Bringing, bringing home the visa
I was Ice cold
when I came to the door freezing
Yuh, got me soundin’ like a pop star
Serious radio that’s my front dog
That’s why you never put your back porch
On the front lawn
They be hatin’, they be hatin’, like a day job
Yuh, got my dog real sick, yeah my dog too sick
And I gotta get a kit on me
Yuh, yuh my dog too sick, yeah my dog too sick
Gotta get him to the vet homie
Yuh, yuh my dog too sick, yeah my dog too ill
I just had to run a drill on ‘em
Yuh, yeah my dog too sick
I’m butstin’ out a new trick
You can teach me new things only
Written by: Paul Williamson
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