Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oww Oww Oww, artist - Max B. Album song Library of a Legend, Vol. 18, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Biggavelli
Song language: English
Oww Oww Oww |
Up North, Gain Greene |
Mali G, Biggavel' (We back at it baby) |
Lemme spit my New York shit for a minute |
Holla at ya boy, uh |
I’m like Oww, Oww, Oww |
My niggaz get down, down |
I’m totin' the pound, pound, we’ll run in your mound |
Oww, Oww, Oww |
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load) |
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?) |
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) |
These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (know why) |
Oww |
Instead of giving it all up, I only gave up a lil' piece |
He street, Bigga he manufique |
Every man he meet, say what’s up to, my niggaz gets the groupin' out |
These bitches I can loop 'em out |
But I choose not, make 'em work hard, just to be my number one |
«Maxi won’t you come and meet my mumma, son |
Hold my hand and walk up the alter», «Bitch stop ya fantasies» |
She never really understanded me |
When I ran to re off at Broadway, slaws say I got the forte |
Only fuck 'em in short stays |
Kuz it run cheaper for a quick one, 60 of the Grand Creezly |
And I told the bitch to sip some |
Hit some of this, it’ll get you wavey where you need to be |
Every chick that see me, want a piece of me, each of me |
Every Gain Greene nigga I fucks with, got me |
You niggaz all weak and all sloppy |
Oww |
I’m like Oww, Oww, Oww |
My niggaz get down, down |
I’m totin' the pound, pound, we’ll run in your mound |
Oww, Oww, Oww |
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load) |
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?) |
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) |
These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why) |
Oww |
Moneyy |
I can spin 'em around just like a cielin' fan |
Feel me man, finna my grind movin' these kilograms |
We gettin' money boy, you just talkin' middleman |
Stretch the work long and leave it stepped on like stairwells |
Soon as it touches my hands, I be like «Farewell» |
When the beef come around, niggaz turn the scarecrows |
Weirdos, pants saggin', hoppin' outta Lambos |
Tech 9s and airholes, man yo |
I don’t really think that they can handle, the mashin', thrashin' |
I’m brutal with this Mac 10, black Cadillacin' |
Big money stackin', bladin', trappin' |
Hoes in the Days Inn, oh I’m so amazin' |
I’m like Oww, Oww, Oww |
My niggaz get down, down |
I’m totin' the pound, pound, we’ll run in your mound |
Oww, Oww, Oww |
Niggaz get low when we come around |
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew |
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) |
These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why |
Oww |
If she let me, best believe I’m a fuck her |
All the bitches say «Nitty, you’s a muhfucka» |
Cause I don’t buy 'em shit, find ya ass another sucka |
Cause we pimpin' hard around this muhfucka |
And you slippin' |
Who ever said it was hard for a pimp lied |
Look at my shoes man, the ostriches, they just died |
I got flavor, mix the Maury with the alligators |
Red and green guts mixed on the escalator |
Fuck about it bitch, my money more paper |
How you think you walk around, pockets all caked up |
40 thousand dollar jewlery, niggaz all draped up (draped up) |
Draped up |
Talkin' with the Mac 10, hop up in a black Benz |
Smokin', hopin' no one seen what happened |
100 to the lawyers, I ain’t goin' back in |
Ain’t goin' for no flim-flam, call me the Hook Man |
This be your bitch or even the right hand |
Hoes yeah they fear me, to them I’m like the Son of Sam |
Matchin' for my rations, fulfill her every passion |
For money I’m a madman, she better bring my cash and |
God sits on my shoulder so you know I gotta have it |
Rockin' loose diamonds, flawless karats |
Pull up in a Bentley, oh how they resent me |
Leavin' with' ya favorite bitch, put her ass on Craigslist |
Turn her on to breakin' tricks, teach her how to get a tip |
Pimp and quick to fix her lip, always stickin' to the script |
Feds mad they caught me with G’s and a scale |
Thought I sold drugs but it was just to weigh a mill |
I’m like Oww, Oww, Oww |
My niggaz get down, down |
I’m totin' the pound, pound, we’ll run in your mound |
Oww, Oww, Oww |
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load) |
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?) |
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do) |
These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why) |
Oww |