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wrong with you - otm luke lyrics

[chorus: otm luke]
everyday, on go (go)
everyday, on go (go)
ridin’ with my .40
my bro doing codeine
every single day, yeah
he seem more delayed, yeah
told bro, “don’t keep doing that
it gon’ give you an nonending nap” (you gon’ die)
bro, we here for you (here for you, bro)
like, look around the room
yeah, you got all yo’ dudes (we here bro)
brodie, we all with you
b*tch, stop taking that
what the f*ck is wrong with you? (f*ck is wrong with you?)
you gon’ get a heart attack
then we won’t be here for you (stupid b*tch)
everyday, i pray
everyday is turning greyer
everyday, thе grey slowly becomes thе new layer
everyday, my brodie face, becomes more paler
you could’ve done that later
drugs eating you like alligators (like alligators)
[verse: otm luke]
mac*10, shot at them way back then (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
popped a opp, like a xanny (pop, pop)
opps some b*tches, like some trannies (lil’ b*tch)
acting like a friend of me (we are not friends)
why you stay between the beef? (scary)
acting like you scared of me (scary ass)
’cause you b*tches scared of me
you don’t want no problem with me
turn you to a javi (javi pack)
turn you to a zombie (zombie)
rob yo’ ass, take all your money
comes to money, sh*t ain’t funny (nothing funny)
split yo’ brain like you a dummy (split, splat)
leave yo’ ass lookin’ all funky
they found 40 sh*lls on the ground at the scene (boom, boom, boom, boom)
godd*mn (godd*mn)

[verse: 289shawty]
why theese n*ggas act so tough? (yeah, yeah)
n*gga, why theese n*ggas act so tough on keyboards? (yeah, yeah)
i had enough
y’all n*ggas rep that w.d
y’all n*ggas them wi*fi disciples
know d*mn well, if i ever see y’all n*ggas in real life (b*tch)
all my n*ggas, they finna go psycho (blo, blo)
b*tch ass n*ggas always act like some hoes
act like some hoes the way they trifflin’ (yeah)
yeah, n*gga gotta bands and i’m finna splurge (yeah)
cop the chain
i’m finna rock that ho (yeah)
n*gga, like everything i do goated
i’m finna look in the mirror like, bravo
lil’ hatin ass n*gga, it’s bands to get
lil’ n*gga, get the bands
lil’ n*gga, go grab those
my n*ggas dont fold (fold)
never ever gon fold (fold)
bad lil’ brand new hoe (hoe)
this b*tch came from vogue (from vogue)
ain’t no effort in flows, i don’t even try but hard it goes
n*ggas always want smoke, they gon’ choke
this my wave, said that before
bad lil’ hoe, she love lil’ 289
she finna drop it low
broadcasting how tough you is
we know you weak on the low
n*gga, how can demons play with me if 289, that boy a demon, n*gga?
ho in love with my s*m*n, n*gga
n*gga want smoke, serve them, they fiendin’, n*gga
[verse 2: otm luke]
fiending ass b*tches, they be hating on the low (hatin’ b*tch)
how can i fear demons when all my homies those?
’cause all of us, we tote them poles
told vj to drop the fours
you know how that goes
you know how that go

- otm luke lyrics

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