Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Yes!, artist - Termanology. Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh Yes! |
| I told her |
| Come experience living life on another level |
| Champagne leather on the seats, girl this ain’t a rental |
| My eyes red like a rose petal, I’m so ghetto |
| Mix the Mad Dog straight with the amaretto |
| Oh, yes! |
| I’ll get you set up for your Rolex |
| Criminal enterprise minds, we here to collect |
| She said, I’m the best she ever had, like Drizzy |
| I told her, bitch, leave me alone, told you I’m busy |
| Never stress, roll around strapped when I’m collecting debts |
| Never meet, just call Hec, it’s off with your neck |
| Back to rack, you couldn’t see me double cataracts |
| Telescopes, stigmas, eyes twitching from sniffing Jack |
| Money gettin, like Sonny Liston I hit hard |
| Money, listen. |
| Buddy system: get lost |
| A crazy guy. |
| With a lazy eye and a Mercedes high |
| I stay creating Def Jams like it’s 1985 |
| Oh, yes! |
| You now rocking with the best |
| Take a bullet, assess, and lift her dress, mami sayin' |
| Oh, yes! |
| You know them can’t contest |
| It’s the S, the T to the dot, the most fresh |
| Oh, yes! |
| Them never settle for less |
| Fuck with the vets, is it true we leave them haters a mess? |
| Oh, yes! |
| Now put your hands up high if you feel the vibe |
| Ha ha, you know the rest. |
| Grab my keys from the rack, Hennessy on my lap |
| Fresh from my white T to the B on my hat |
| I’m a motherfucking superstar baby, you ain’t knew that? |
| True fact, I’m really doing all the shit that you rap |
| And my team better than better than average |
| Got it all, yeah, I’m selling your medicine cabinets |
| You can’t see me on no regular atlas |
| I’m saying my shit’s live, you spelling it backwards |
| Yeah, I’m a bad motherfucker |
| Top of the road, Superfly, Superstah Snuck-ah |
| And my shit’s ludicrous, lover lover |
| I got some butter for that buns, baby spread it all up-ah |
| I keep it suckah-free, that’s just me, look-- |
| That’s just how it is and just how it’s gonna be |
| Like, uh, you now rocking with the pro |
| The answer «am I the nicest» is the opposite of no |
| Oh, yes? |
| She chill with your boy, it’s no stress? |
| Never protest when I wanna give her throat sex |
| I’m a motherfucker but she give me the booty |
| Cause I keep it G like a Disney movie |
| We go-getters, ho-getters, now they so jealous |
| Stay fly, without the wings and the propellers |
| We gettin it, now what they gon' tell us |
| You’d think it’s money pizza in the oven, how the dough swell up |
| Man, you know I stay fly and shit |
| So these chicks stick to me like a fly to shit |
| Scratch that, more like I stay flier than a G4 |
| What you think your girl fucking with a G for? |
| I’m just a fly guy, I got her eyes wide |
| Call me high tide, am I something to see? |
| Sure. |
| Pretty face, slim waist, and her ass bad? |
| I’ma put a pound on the pussy, no hashtag |