Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Well, artist - The Doppelgangaz. Album song Hark, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2013
Record label: Groggy Pack Entertainment
Song language: English
Oh Well |
Hey yo, keep Terry Hatcher in the blackberry gatcher |
Bust a capillary plus her back is very fractured |
Dispatcher, spit a certain scary rap at her |
Hurting weary with the urinary catheter, yo |
Shorty tease him cause he sallow when he’s nasty |
But shallow to appease him, when she sees the phalloplasty |
Who could out last thee, brightest in the hell hole |
With gingivitis and bursitis in the elbow |
You got it bruh, you’re giving me agita |
Peep the inner logic of Dopp Semiotica |
A total mind fuck, with plenty of erotica |
Shit, for 9 bucks, shorty play the melodica |
A lot of ya' wanna type her with a code spell |
Player try to skype her, but the shit didn’t bode well |
Eh, said its something bout the chode smell…, |
Act like he don’t like her, but he’s tighter and just so jeal |
Yo, youse a righteous ass nigga, huh? |
Oh well |
Living trife ass nigga, huh? |
Oh well |
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket |
Fantastic, shit is swell |
Yo, you living by the good book, nigga? |
Oh well |
Purse snatching ass crook, nigga? |
Oh well |
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket |
Fantastic, shit is swell |
Hey yo, disguise as a landscaper with a yard trimmer |
At your local ATM planting debit card skimmers |
He celebrate the come-up, with a charred dinner |
Bout to cook these carnitas, kid |
Make sure you let the lard simmer |
When you’re hope is shattered, now the shard glimmers |
The nigga known to grope a fatter mama and discard slimmers |
Aw, they parked in the 83 Saab |
And she still mistook his knob for a smart key fob |
Snob, you blame it on the cold maybe stress |
Both a nigga’s stomach and his whip ain’t got no ABS |
He got to pump the brake like a lactating lady’s breast |
«You mind signing in you shady guest?» |
«yes» |
You mean the shorty with the bow vail |
And the painted skin cause she got no pinky toenails |
He took her to the double tree hotel |
For the free cookie, not the nookie nigga, oh well |
Yo, youse a righteous ass nigga, huh? |
Oh well |
Living trife ass nigga, huh? |
Oh well |
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket |
Fantastic, shit is swell |
Yo, you got some kids and a wife, nigga? |
Oh well |
You 'bout living the smang life, nigga? |
Oh well |
We’re all going to hell in a hand basket |
Fantastic, shit is swell |