CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 1234
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One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
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' (One, two, three, four)
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)
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Woah
Yeah, we turn your bro into еxotic
Come get your mans, I don't want y'all in my pocket
I'm off thе drank, uh, baby know I'm noddin'
Ayy, who at the door? The feds knockin'
Hop inside the whip, I'm doin' ninety, 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**kin' CORPSE
I'm gone in one, two, three, four
Dipped out the party askin' "Eric what you leave for?"
Posted with Quinn, that's a person I would bleed for
Don't give a sh*t, that boy talk over a keyboard
One, two, three, shots into your f**kin' head
Hard to believe all the lies that you f**kin' said
Shotgun gonna blast in your f**kin' 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**k with you
I got my hand on the trigger
Mama never raised a quitter
I got in a f**king fight because he called me ******
And I'm wanted like it's GTA (One, two, three, four)
Got an M4, let it spray
Don't care what you think or say (One, two, three, four)
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**ks about your feelings, 'bout your dumb affection
Hallucinating all the time, I feel like I'm Eleven
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' (One, two, three, four)
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)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
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' (One, two, three, four)
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)
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Woah
Yeah, we turn your bro into еxotic
Come get your mans, I don't want y'all in my pocket
I'm off thе drank, uh, baby know I'm noddin'
Ayy, who at the door? The feds knockin'
Hop inside the whip, I'm doin' ninety, 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**kin' CORPSE
I'm gone in one, two, three, four
Dipped out the party askin' "Eric what you leave for?"
Posted with Quinn, that's a person I would bleed for
Don't give a sh*t, that boy talk over a keyboard
One, two, three, shots into your f**kin' head
Hard to believe all the lies that you f**kin' said
Shotgun gonna blast in your f**kin' 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**k with you
I got my hand on the trigger
Mama never raised a quitter
I got in a f**king fight because he called me ******
And I'm wanted like it's GTA (One, two, three, four)
Got an M4, let it spray
Don't care what you think or say (One, two, three, four)
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**ks about your feelings, 'bout your dumb affection
Hallucinating all the time, I feel like I'm Eleven
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' (One, two, three, four)
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)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One (Yeah), two (Yeah), three (Yeah), four (Yeah)
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
