Lyrics Oh Baby - Koncept, J57, Akie Bermiss

Oh Baby

Hey yo, I’m helicopter shotter
I’m the flights bloke you heard of
Razor blades either equal cocaine or murder
Crying in your bathrobe, could really use a bath, though
Your hashtag should be trash bag, smell like asshole
A great way of saying I’m the illest to spit, though
Same way I grace all these women I said no
Pay for your grapes so your children don’t need to
Hyper last as long as your subscription to GQ
You taze making, I taste bacon, that’s late dated
I’m Ray Madden, I’m Clay Aiken, I’m Main Davis
All ass since you ball catching like A Mason
Fall backwards and all access, grave digging
I’m face slapping you, you face painting, digging balls
Your girl’s face’s taken, that painting isn’t yours
Oh baby, you so crazy so here’s a pill
Fuck Mozart, fuck you and dude, here’s a chill
You can suck a million dicks, you sluts are full of shit
Birdy in pink but then who’s nuts and know the grip?
A sucker for a sucker, turn your hair back
I’mma fuck her, you fucked her, where you hear that?
Only good times ahead, go crazy
Only in the present 'cause the past won’t faze me
Only hearing yes, I don’t hear no or maybe
Blood, sweat and tears painting off old baby
And I ain’t never had a doubt once for myself
My music all around the world and now it’s felt
It ain’t a problem when you living like you got it
Concept in '57, ain’t no way they gonna stop it
I’ve been stuck on a show, with no spare, get a tow truck
This road’s fuck, no luck, plus got no donor
Cups cut, sitting on the kitchen table, nu stuff
Get a bucket sofa, not you, no slugs
Sit down, look sweet, keep your mouth closed shut
Don’t touch, I got bum rush killed in cold blood
Cause around the block to that place, ain’t following
Tweet, tweet, I gave that girl a skeet skeet, apologies
Vanilla dutch, like my ice cream with pistachio
Green like a package sold, always keep my habit going
I’m asking gloves, run fast, kidnapped to last the trunk
Less you adding plus some sums, sons of Duffy Duck
Bus record upsetting Mathilda wify
Love letter, fuck that, just fuck, never writing
My voice falling forever through your monitors
And you forever known for whoring like your momma was
Longevity, my penis, if you ever got to see it then you never wanna leave it
Let it free from my jeans'
Your girlfriend looks good for a belly dancer in Venus
Only good times ahead, go crazy
Only in the present 'cause the past won’t faze me
Only hearing yes, I don’t hear no or maybe
Blood, sweat and tears painting off old baby
And I ain’t never had a doubt once for myself
My music all around the world and now it’s felt
It ain’t a problem when you living like you got it
Concept in '57, ain’t no way they gonna stop it