Oslo Lyrics by Lil Macks is the latest English song. Oslo lyrics are written by Lil Macks while the song is also produced by TomInTheChamber.
Oslo Song Details:
| Song: | Oslo |
| Singer: | Lil Macks |
| Produced by: | TomInTheChamber |
| Written by: | Lil Macks |
Oslo Lyrics
Yeah!
And I don’t even know why I curved the b!tch
‘Cause I was sippin’ lean with some murderers
I was having dinner with some n!ggas that earn and make
That street shit don’t concern me
So I won’t go, I don’t even know what they know
Uptown doing the most, baby,
I can’t, on bro
And I met a bad b!tch from Oslo
And we spent a couple thous’ on bottles
And If I dropped pounds on a n!gga, it must go
And I ain’t gon’ lie I’m global
Baby, I heard they streaming in Moscow
Block baby, OTG, we got the shells off the muscle
(Block baby, OTG, we got the shells off the muscle)
Foreign whips, they slidin’, uh
And I ain’t gon’ liе,
I get high a lot
All my n!ggas on high alert,
they lеttin’ it burst
And rule number one,
you let it off first
I’m tryna get rich,
I’m makin’ it work
I was cruisin’ around
and my head in the Merc’
F*ckin’ me, you ain’t gon’ lurk
‘Cause I ain’t tryna hear all that mickey
I ain’t even tryna hear it
Pour me a four in a cup, ’cause
I don’t wanna feel a thing
I had a show up at the realest thing
I had a dream that I made it big, and
I’ll think I’ll do it
And we take a bag to Prada and blew it
And she won’t even get anything, she knew it
And police chase had it on me, I threw it
Yeah, them n!ggas, they livin’ a lie
C Block, baby, I’m the hype
Man said I’m on him,
they you probably my guy
And we so lit, so we’ll see, baby
I ain’t gon’ eat if my dog ain’t gon’ eat
F*ckin’ me, you ain’t gon’ get in
B!tch, we really got weapons
Catch an opp n!gga, put him to sleep
And I don’t even know why I curved the b!tch
‘Cause I was sippin’ lean with some murderers
I was having dinner with some n!ggas that earn and make
That street sh!t don’t concern me
So I won’t go, I don’t even know what they know
Uptown doing the most, baby, I can’t, on bro
And I met a bad bitch from Oslo
And we spent a couple thous’ on bottles
And If I dropped pounds on a nigga, it must go
And I ain’t gon’ lie I’m global
Baby, I heard they streaming in Moscow
Block baby, OTG, we got the shells off the muscle
(Block baby, OTG, we got the shells off the muscle)