Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh I, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 25.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh I |
| Oh, my |
| You keep that to yourself |
| Oh, my |
| You don’t trust no one else |
| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Met her backstage at a Tiller show |
| She said I got a reputation, I’m that nigga though |
| She tryna play hard to get, but I’ma get it though |
| She say she ain’t that type of girl, she sendin' pictures though |
| She get naked on the Snap 'cause it disappear |
| I seen that pussy for a sec' and I say, «Bring it here» |
| See the way that I’ma fuck you, you ain’t ever did |
| I’ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain’t ever scared |
| Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs? |
| I’m hopin' you there 'cause all that we got is trust |
| You got friends, they don’t fuck with me like that |
| So in return, I don’t fuck with 'em right back |
| I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two |
| But I’m only fuckin' you, what you goin' through? |
| Now you mad, textin' in all caps |
| Like I just didn’t put my kids on your back |
| Oh, my |
| You keep that to yourself |
| The way you do it, baby |
| It’s drivin' me crazy |
| Oh, I |
| You don’t trust no one else |
| The way you do it, baby |
| It’s drivin' me crazy |
| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m so gone off your love, I’m so gone |
| I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (aw yeah) |
| I’m so gone off your love and you know |
| I’m so gone, I’m so gone, I’m so gone (I'm so gone) |
| I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh) |
| Pour my heart inside your double cup |
| Out the park when the first batter up |
| I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let's go, ayy) |
| I wanna see your boobs, throwin' you some Jerry beads |
| Black diamonds in your chain, you a Merry kid |
| Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin' |
| Eighty thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin |
| Workin', 800 in a bag, you ain’t worth it |
| Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin'? |
| (She workin') |
| No climax from your man? |
| He ain’t worth it |
| Hundred racks on purses, she’s mine |
| Oh, my |
| You keep that to yourself |
| The way you do it, baby |
| It’s drivin' me crazy |
| Oh, my |
| You don’t want no one else |
| The way you do it, baby |
| It’s drivin' me crazy |
| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Hell yes |
| Her body talkin' to a nigga, say less |
| I’m fuckin' up her weave, need a hair net |
| I’ma put your body on bed rest |
| Late nights, took her out to Maestro’s |
| She can get the lobster for the backstroke |
| You know how to love it when I ask though |
| Make a nigga feel good that it’s the last stroke |
| Oh, my |
| You keep that to yourself |
| The way you do it, baby |
| It’s drivin' me crazy |
| Oh, my |
| You don’t want no one else |
| The way you do it, baby |
| It’s drivin' me crazy |
| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |