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lirik lagu 1234 – ​​osquinn

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[intro: osquinn]
oh
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one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four

[chorus: osquinn]
oh, i smoke this pack, it’s so exotic (so exotic)
like what’s that smell? somebody farted (somebody farted)
i got the chopper in the closet (closet)
i got some cash up in my wallet (wallet)
and if we got a problem, we can solve it
’cause you know quinn not with the talkin’
i’m off the sh*ts, can’t hear you callin’
i’m smokin’ dope until i fall in

[bridge: osquinn]
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one, two, three, four
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[verse 1: ericdoa]
woah
yeah, we turn your bro into exotic
come get your mans, i don’t want y’all in my pockеt
i’m off the drank, uh, baby know i’m noddin’
ayy, who at the door? the fеds knockin’
hop inside the whip, i’m doin’ 90, i got three stars
take your life, ain’t no comin’ back, not no restart
open up the door, i need more, body on the floor
and you leave me with a deep voice, like i’m f*ckin’ corpse
i’m gone in one, two, three, four
dipped out the party askin’ eric what’s the weed for
posted with quinn, that’s a person i would bleed for
don’t give a sh*t, that boy talk over a keyboard

[verse 2: midwxst]
one, two, three, shotgun to your f*ckin’ head
hard to believe all the lies that you f*ckin’ said
shotgun gonna blast in your f*ckin’ chest
i gotta clean the crime scene, it’s such a mess (novagang)
i got blood, it’s on my loafers, i spilled blood up on my shoes
i don’t think about the sh*t that i say or the sh*t i do
i just think that that sh*t’s cool and then i end up followin’ through
only know one single thing, the fact that i don’t f*ck with you
i got my hand on the trigger
mama never raised a quitter
[?] i don’t f*ck with [?] because he called me ******
and i’m wanted like it’s gta
got an m4, let it spray
don’t care what you think or say
plotting on your final days
i got death inside my mind every single second
i shoot them shots, we gonna shoot them right into your section
i don’t give f*cks about your feelings, ’bout your dumb affection
hallucinating all the time, i feel like i’ma let it
[chorus: osquinn]
oh, i smoke this pack, it’s so exotic (so exotic)
like what’s that smell? somebody farted (somebody farted)
i got the chopper in the closet (closet)
i got some cash up in my wallet (wallet)
and if we got a problem, we can solve it
’cause you know quinn not with the talkin’
i’m off the sh*ts, can’t hear you callin’ (one, two, three, four)
i’m smokin’ dope until i fall in (one, two, three, four)

[outro: osquinn]
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
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