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lirik lagu oppenheimer – j1hunnit, grindhard e, ysr gramz, prince jefe & babytron

[intro: j1hunnit]
(byekyle)
1hunnit

[verse 1: j1hunnit]
look, i got an rpg with switch, i think i’m oppenheimer
it’s for you weenie*ass n*ggas, little oscar mayers
turn his hood to halloween, he think he michael myers
we drop fish uncooked with double*basket fryers
chop sing with a hand movement, dsm the choir
i’m on a three*way call, i think i’m liz mcguire
cut this n*gga t*shirt open, i think he wearin’ a wire
i got some beef to wrinkle out, i’ll go and grab the iron

[verse 2: grindhard e]
everything i do be exotic sh*t, next, i might grab a tiger
tell everybody, “you wanna see some crazy sh*t?” set his ass on fire
i know a n*gga had a baby’d catch a body for a pack of diapers
for twenty thousand, go arrange his funеral, they all comin’ behind you
sale triеd to come and get some weed to smoke before he worked, that sh*t got him fired
opened up a ‘bow bag of the ‘za and i just got new buyers
burned up the scat pack doin’ donuts and we just— alright
burned up the scat pack doin’ donuts and we just got new tires

[verse 3: prince jefe]
b*tch, i’m smokin’ gumbo
one band, one sound, i looked up and heard the drumroll
you gon’ have to send an invoice, it’s just one more
i’d rather go blind, i can’t see ’em through this gun smoke
five lines, when they ring, i know what they want
clearin’ boas, it’s a dub, she walk out the door
monkey on my back, this ain’t no bape, i’m tryna poke
cut the block and box him in, he ain’t got nowhere to go
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
n*ggas do anything for a dollar, n*ggas broke
this a micro drac’, got it hangin’ out my coat
it get cold outside, two bands for a coat
i’m doin’ deals right now, two bands for a song
i got pressure in my ‘wood, lil’ n*gga, this sh*t strong
five*seven bullets go straight through, they break bones
my n*gga locked up in the feds, he got a phone
it’s a switch on this b*tch, just aim for the dome

[verse 5: babytron]
my b*tch beggin’ me for bottega
for that cheese, get ’em chopped like a bodega
gotta roll at least an eighth, i can’t blow vacs
somewhere in the mountains, phone actin’ like it’s no data
everybody want a verse nowadays
all these b*tches want a purse nowadays
that sh*t crazy, ain’t it?
lil’ boy stealin’ sauce, you a baby plankton
it’s a long line to the top, that sh*t had made me patient

- j1hunnit grindhard e ysr gramz prince jefe babytron

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