Oppio Lyrics (English Translation) – Tony Boy

Read the full Oppio (English Translation) lyrics by Tony Boy along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tony Boy’s music, you can also explore Lacrime and Giusto, two other songs by Tony Boy.

[Intro: Tony Boy]
You’re crying because you want a Sad and KIID beat
F.T. (F.T.)
(Ah, ah, ah)
Ah, yeah

[Chorus: Tony Boy]
Everything goes back to its place or from its place
I don’t know what brand it is, it’s how it looks on me
If you think you want me dead, it’s reciprocated
They all want answers, I have no answers
Opium, opium, opium, opium, ah, watch out

Middle finger to all the gossip, I’m a ghost

[Verse 1: Tony Boy]
Move over, if you don’t move, you’re going under
Can I, can I, can I, can I, now I’m on point
(??) on a roof, gorilla (Uoh), in my hand I have a shisha (In my hand I have one, uoh)
Documents on Insta (Mhm-mhm), I’m spending a battery (Mhm-mhm)
Fu*k your list, I’m throwing ten at a stripper
This fake world makes me sad, it only went up because it’s there (Mhm, ah)

[Chorus: Tony Boy]
Everything goes back to its place or from its place
I don’t know what brand it is, it’s how it looks on me
If you think you want me dead, it’s reciprocated
They all want answers, I have no answers
Opium, opium, opium, opium, ah, watch out
Middle finger to all the gossip, I’m a ghost

[Verse 2: Simba La Rue & Tony Boy]
Of course I don’t sell opium, it seems obvious to me (It’s obvious)
They want to put the evil eye on me, I raised the loot
Millionaire at twenty-two without much effort
Your smoke is no good, it’s-it’s cooked smoke (It’s cooked)
I lift the collar of the polo (Of the polo), lobsters, it’s not chicken (Chicken)
She has huge tits, they always say good morning to me

I’ve got the skills, I’ve got the combos to send them all to the grave
My shoe is elegant, red soles, it’s not Hogan
Millionaire, it’s time, Tony, it’s time
If you want drügs again (To-Tony), we still have some
White, green and brown, I ve-ve-sell colors
Don’t take me for a painter, don’t take me for a fool (Ah, yeah)

[Chorus: Tony Boy]
Everything falls into place or from its place
I don’t know what brand it is, it’s how it looks on me
If you think you want me dead, it’s reciprocated
They all want answers, I have no answers
Opium, opium, opium, opium, ah, watch out
Middle finger to all the gossip, I’m a ghost