Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ooh , by - E-40. Release date: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
Ooh |
| Y’all be hella high powered on them socials |
| Face-to-face, I don’t feel all them emotions |
| Money plays, I don’t make 'em with emotion |
| Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean |
| Ooh, me on ho shit? |
| Never |
| Ooh, big boogers in a bezel |
| Ooh, real niggas like ooh |
| You ain’t tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God |
| Not from Buffalo, but I’m playin' with a few bills |
| My medallion frostbitten, might give a penguin the chills |
| I’m the author and I’m an inventor of this style that you spongin' up |
| Your bitch on my fender, I told her I’m married, don’t wanna fuck |
| I pray to my God like I’m at a mosque |
| On my knees like I’m arrested by the cops |
| Prices go up and down like a seesaw |
| Cameras up in my studio, I can see y’all |
| Flyer than the Blue Angels, more sticks than the Blue Men got |
| My rifle was stock 'til I modified that bitch with a bump stock |
| A bump stock? |
| An accessory that I bought |
| I could turn a semi to fully, put hella holes in your hoodie |
| Hella holes in your hoodie, hella holes in your lip |
| These 7-point-6−2s'll eat up your whip |
| Hot-headed, I’ll blow a fuse, I’ll put out a hit |
| Give you and your niggas the blues, I’m with the shit (Bitch) |
| Y’all be hella high powered on them socials (On God) |
| When we got face-to-face, I don’t feel all them emotions (Not close) |
| Money plays, I don’t make 'em with emotion |
| Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean |
| Ooh, me on ho shit? |
| Never |
| Ooh, big boogers in a bezel |
| Ooh, real niggas like ooh |
| You ain’t tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God |
| On God, I ain’t playin' with you niggas |
| I’m outside gettin' money with the winners |
| Yeah, I see what they be doin' but I don’t feel 'em |
| Stars in the ceilin', watchin' for the killin' (What?) |
| Murder the scene like I pulled up in an ambulance (Woo) |
| Nigga, whoever land, Santa gave me gift of gab |
| You need the gas? |
| Oh damn, let me poot |
| California legend, rest in peace Ron Newt (What?) |
| Miss me with that thug talk 'cause I ain’t tryna hear it |
| You may fool what’s in that mirror but that shit ain’t in your spirit |
| You may want me on your song, but on my mama, I ain’t gon' clear it |
| Problem ready for that drama, on my mama, I don’t fear it |
| Ask 40, and the dead homies, and my new Rollie |
| It’s a bunch of mes everywhere, it’s like the game cloned me |
| I ain’t gon' never ever forget what the game showed me |
| So now I’m back to get everything the game owe me (What?) |
| Y’all be hella high powered on them socials (Hella high) |
| Face-to-face, I don’t feel all them emotions (Not one) |
| Money plays, I don’t make 'em with emotion |
| Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean |
| Ooh, me on ho shit? |
| Never |
| Ooh, big boogers in a bezel |
| Ooh, real niggas like ooh |
| You ain’t tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God |
| More hammers than a tool box (Tool box) |
| More poles than the Bass Pro Shops (Pro Shop) |
| Don’t get scalped with the tomahawk (Tomahawk) |
| Don’t get your head put on the choppin' block (Choppin' block) |
| Be careful who you ridin' with |
| 'Cause who you ridin' with might be into some shit (In some shit) |
| These bitches’ll have you pussy-whipped |
| Thinkin' with ya dick’ll get ya hit (Get ya hit) |
| I don’t trust nobody, you either my friend or foe (Foe) |
| I don’t even trust my own family no more (More) |
| I remember cookin' keys of candy or blow |
| Now I get six figures at these festival shows |
| When we shootin' dice it’s hully gully peewee, no catcher (Uh) |
| Bet I ten or four before I 7-Eleven |
| Bet you I could sic a bad bitch on the reverend |
| Bet you if I ran for mayor I’d win the election (Bitch) |
| Y’all be hella high powered on them socials |
| Face-to-face, I don’t feel all them emotions |
| Money plays, I don’t make 'em with emotion |
| Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean |
| Ooh, me on ho shit? |
| Never |
| Ooh, big boogers in a bezel |
| Ooh, real niggas like ooh |
| You ain’t tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God |