Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oslo, Norway, artist - Jeremih.
Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Song language: English
Oslo, Norway |
Blunt to my lip |
Bad bitch on my hip |
I just threw a grip |
Tell that bitch to strip |
Skinny, these hoes dip |
Henny, Tron we sip |
Uber or the Lyft |
She gon' go off the rip |
Blunt to my lip |
Bad bitch on my hip |
I just threw a grip |
Tell that bitch to strip |
Skinny, these hoes dip |
Hen, Patron we sip |
Uber or the Lyft |
She gon' go off the |
I got a bitch so bad I put her ass in time out |
Can’t have that ass up in that sundress, bring that shine out |
Log right in that pussy when her nigga sign out |
I know he think that pussy his but shit it’s mines now |
I fuck her good then I make her cook me breakfast for dinner |
She bust it like a dirty bopper, hit her with the extendo |
Just want some head in a comfortable bed, it’s that simple |
And count my bread while I’m rollin' up a wood or the indo |
Thumbin' through Thomas, couple Grants, and hella Benjamins |
Got some chocolates, little vanillas, and some cinnamons |
That’s gon' pop that pussy, that’s gon' pop that pussy |
That’s gon' pop, I’m startin' to feel like Uncle Luke and them |
Blunt to my lip |
Bad bitch on my hip |
I just threw a grip |
Tell that bitch to strip |
Skinny, these hoes dip |
Henny, Tron we sip |
Uber or the Lyft |
She gon' go off the rip |
Blunt to my lip |
Bad bitch on my hip |
I just threw a grip |
Tell that bitch to strip |
Skinny, these hoes dip |
Hen, Patron we sip |
Uber or the Lyft |
She gon' go off the |
I put this bitch up in the Uber me no feel like making house calls |
Give her thug’s passion, feel like 2Pac, I’m a outlaw |
Smokin' on this indo even though we outdoor |
Push her to the ledge hit it like a southpaw |
Now pop that pussy, come on pop that pussy for me |
Drop that pussy, go head, drop that pussy |
I’m a carnivore, dinosaur |
Beat the shit, eat the shit like eggs and grits |
Her legs are split, the head legit, the pussy trip |
Tickle the clit then light the spliff |
Then call her homegirl, tell her hit the crib |
Then fuck her homegirl, put it in her rib |
She a Brooklyn bitch, she like to strip |
She work the pole, I like this shit a lot |
She got Nicki hips, she think she cute |
And I do too, I might just hit a lot |
And you know how them threesomes go |
Give one that long dick |
Other one lookin' with the side eye |
Like nigga you fuckin' with the wrong bitch |
Man fuck the conversation |
You know love be complicated |
And fuckin' complication |
Let’s just roll one and face it |
I got a |
Blunt to my lip |
Bad bitch on my hip |
I just threw a grip |
Tell that bitch to strip |
Skinny, these hoes dip |
Henny, Tron we sip |
Uber or the Lyft |
She gon' go off the |
As I feel your tongue touch the inner walls of my thigh I seem to understand |
that those eyes seem to lie. |
And they tellin' me stories that I want to hear. |
It ain’t shit that I wanna feel, it feels so unreal the way you’re carressin' |
every part of my body, I’m feelin' so sexy and naughty |
Ah you wanna speak about late nights huh? |
Let me feel that shit. |
Let me make you feel this, I wanna feel that dick. |
The way you sling that shit. |
The way you grab my back, the headboards is bangin' the way you ass smack. |
Baby and I throw it back |