Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oops, artist - Asher Roth. Date of issue: 06.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oops |
| Caliente Poblano |
| Tabasco to the head |
| I’m bodyin' Mint Milanos |
| But I probably should go to bed |
| And you know that pops a model |
| But I ride with my mom instead |
| So I’ll probably be fine tomorrow |
| But tonight I’m better off dead |
| Gadzooks don’t catch dad in a bad mood |
| Act cool in a fat suit with a satchel |
| Rap root grass roots holy mackerel |
| Last rule’s stack loot with a cackle |
| It’s track two, pack fuel in a parachute |
| What you rather use yo, the mule or the pair of boots |
| Prepare the troops to lose, paraplegic |
| Parents get duped by loose pledge of allegiance |
| He’s pure genius, speech undefeated |
| Hold on to your seat, believe me you’re gonna need it |
| Neat shit but gee, I’d rather take a ski trip |
| Get sea sick when I deep sea fish so |
| Flea flicks speak with my priestess |
| Cause me and Lil B look a little Jesus |
| It’s ridic- what we do for free shit |
| Turn on your TV, I think you should see this 'cause |
| Caliente Poblano |
| Tabasco to the head |
| I’m bodyin' Mint Milanos |
| But I probably should go to bed |
| And you know that pops a model |
| But I ride with my mom instead |
| So I’ll probably be fine tomorrow |
| But tonight I’m better off dead |
| But tonight I’m better off dead |
| Jeez Rafiki don’t throw your feces |
| Please keep the peace eat a peach with the three piece |
| Speech never ceased, won’t leave til I three-peat |
| Be low-key smoking weed in dashikis |
| It’s me Speak Easy |
| Like Lykke Li but she might think I’m creepy |
| Three strikes yikes, need to tighten up the lead |
| I’m the nicest in the league but the hype thinks I peaked |
| It’s like yeah right, still sucking on a teat |
| When I be up on the beat, leave the seat up on you geeks |
| My martini up her knee, better suck it up and leave |
| Use a rubber when I hump her, double pump it up in peace |
| Don’t be such a dweeb cause I’m from another breed |
| Jeez cover when you sneeze, at least turn the other cheek |
| I fuckin' reek while at supper with my neice |
| But please don’t tell her mother, be in trouble for a week |
| Caliente Poblano |
| Tabasco to the head |
| I’m bodyin' Mint Milanos |
| But I probably should go to bed |
| And you know that pops a model |
| But I ride with my mom instead |
| So I’ll probably be fine tomorrow |
| But tonight I’m better off dead |
| Low blow bro super nice with the yo-yo |
| So-sos go to a show, say he dope though |
| Hoes go «hoooo» ever since I went solo |
| No more jokes though, gotta get the dough-dough |
| Blow home grown lawn mowing in Manolos |
| Bath robes and open toes, sip on cocoa |
| Mojo all on my home so no photos |
| Flow so woah, make the bros go homo |
| Toto and Scara Crowe drink Four Locos |
| And throw clothes to hoboes to jump pogo sticks |
| Oh shit yo, don’t forget the glow sticks |
| And red slippers cause I only need a couple toe clicks |
| No place like home though, I get nostalgic |
| Only cross the road so I can get some more chicks |
| No goal though, oh well duly noted |
| That’s the way it goes in the show biz, homie |
| I’m bodyin' Mint Milanos |
| Tabasco to my head |
| dance tomorrow |
| But I’m probably better off dead |
| Yeah I’m probably better off dead |
| Hey |