| Spit flame I cock lava, became the bass baller
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| Sip 'pagne in the drop troller
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| Give game to shot callers
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| Who bring the spot prouder
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| Campaigne, off course they gonna holler (Oh boy!)
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| Nigga, bandana’ed up and tatted out
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| Bling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted out
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| Lavish out (Oooh!) drop tunes, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh)
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| Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!)
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| If you ain’t got 2 or 3 TV’s and DVD’s dont even ride your shit
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| If you ain’t sittin on 20's, go and buy some shit
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| When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your bitch (Oh boy!)
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| When your under arrest cause ??? |
| all over ???
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| And under her dress, she run to her ex
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| Puttin hickeys all over her neck
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| She bought me a Lex
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| Playboy, its all on a bitch (Oh boy!)
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| When you see me and my niggas come ???
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| Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
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| I just flipped the new big body
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| Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
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| So much money and iced up in this ??? |
| boy
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| Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
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| Mami’ll holla at a real playboy
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| Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)
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| Ballers check your credentials
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| You gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know our
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| Pockets not a presedential
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| Fuck a rental, fuck a limo
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| Ridin luxury, descend through see them porno movies
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| Playin in my window (Oh boy!)
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| Chokin pillows, a white spliff though indo
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| Puff X, Lou Ferrino tough acts on Armadillo
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| Bust of 'Ville dough, creepin to the jungle the woods
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| In the Hillsboro, totin the pistol because we still roll (Oh boy!)
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| Yo Yuk plus L. T equals very roll deep
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| Gold teeth, fat belly’s like Forty Fonzarelli
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| Niggas feel me, so while you twerkin
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| Surfin on the block hurtin
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| I was ???, workin excursions (Oh boy!)
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| Iced up, like what
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| Playa hate but ya momma and ya bitch like Yuk
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| Always ridin on my nuts cause imma the hardest nigga to spit out the West
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| Mouth full of diamonds, i’ll swallow ice shit out baguettes (Oh boy!)
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| Cop a dollar, pop a bottle pop a pill
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| If you about the dollar bill that’ll make ya swallow steel
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| Just because I got a deal, that doesnt mean I’m not for real
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| Bitch I’m straight up out the 'Ville, my niggas kill for the scrill' (Oh boy!)
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| I smoke like a chimney, drink Remy till its empty
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| I’m the hottest thing since 20's on Bently’s
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| I’m simply, baller-ific went from roaches on the water ridges
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| To smokin ??? |
| up in this (Oh boy!)
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| Now we have the ass for cash
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| Playstation in the Range, Dreamcast in the Jag
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| Navigation in the dash, situation on fast
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| Lavish pack platinum package platinum peices to match (Oh boy!)
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| I keep a rolla, make ya tuck in ya gold
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| I’m iced out finger fuckin ya hoe
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| Gettin sucked in the 'Rove
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| Or catch beef, roll up that Extasy
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| Broken heavily smokin
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| Live and direct from East Oakland (Oh boy!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh Boy! , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп