| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| You bitch! |
| (you bitch!)
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| I told yo' ass that shit won’t gone last forever
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| All them fuckin gimmicks and bite motherfuckers
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| You bitch!
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| Then i’m slappin niggas into 2000 (yes)
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| Pistol whippin bitches and niggas (yes)
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| Where my thugs at? |
| where my real bitches at? |
| (what)
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| Where my real killer niggas at? |
| (what)
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| One salute
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| Niggas scream!
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
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| Bitches scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| What what, for all my thug niggas that hustle to make cheese
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| Niggas scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all them chicken heads who ain’t scared to get on their knees
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| Bitches scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| What, for all my thug niggas and killers who take G’s
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| Feel me
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my niggas makin they cheese
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| Smashin police with 20's on your V
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| Drink remy and squeeze
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| Stack plenty of G’s
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| Niggas hustle chicken heads keep pluckin
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| I’m thuggin, ragin' model, money and weed over fuckin
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| Cos ain’t no dressin them hoes
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| I’m up in lovin them hoes
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| Handcuffin your ho
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| When i come through i’ll have your bitch suckin my toes
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| Get fucked in a rolls drawed out on VT
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| I’m that nigga thats righteous sittin on the couch
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| With the gold mouth (bling)
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| Rockin platinum shit tryna show out
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| Never soldout i was suited everythin from open to makin the apollo shout
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| Yukmouth that nigga thugged out
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| I’m from the city of dope where every block has a drughouse
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| And a weed spot full of playas
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| You can catch me at yo' local LA vodago
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| Coppin an ounce of omega
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| Smokin playas on the paper chase (yes, yes)
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| Slang rocks like major waste (yes, yes)
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| Ridin a 99 right through your waist ~ nigga ~ what
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| My niggas scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my bad bitches that breakin niggas for cheese
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| Bitches scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
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| Niggas scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my chicken heads who ain’t scared to get on their knees
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| Bitches scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my thug niggas and killers who take G’s
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| Feel me
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For my niggas who rock a Roley on your wrist daily
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| My hit be Power 106 ready
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| Like cowards who knew shits heavy, get ready
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| For the second comin up that niggas summoned ~ by God
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| Got niggas poppin out they tanks and runnin
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| Take off that fuckin chain and gunnin
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| Niggas get done in
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| I’m lettin off that whole magazine on bitches who want it
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| Got niggas scared like the hun’ert
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| Hide in they 2000 five hun’erts
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| You better pray to God i’m sluggin
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| For 4, 5 gunmen
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| Got niggas jumpin out they car leavin them broads just runnin
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| Pimp niggas hide your woman
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| I’m tellin y’all
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| I have 'em in the drizzy like the terror squad
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| Menage a trois always share a broad with a broad
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| This the mob best at large
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| Three tv’s in the car
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| Three cars can run niggas hustle hard
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| To all my bitches breakin niggas at the bars
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| Strippin, swingin from poles to get yours
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| Niggas scream!
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
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| Bitches scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
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| Niggas scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my chicken heads that ain’t scared to get on their knees
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| Bitches scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my thug niggas and killers who take G’s
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| Feel me
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my thug niggas and killers
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| Duck-tapin niggas
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| Pistol whip and take his glitter
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| Fuck them hatin niggas
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| And bitches makin figures datin niggas
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| Cristasian dinners pay forget it they know how to break a nigga
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| I got killers on the +pay roll+ plannin to hit me
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| Fedderchini Alfredo take a nigga to pull like Wako
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| If i say so cos i make mo' then the average Joe
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| I rock a platinum row (bling)
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| You rock a fake ol' 'sako
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| Got everything in the range ro'
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| Except cable flows fatal
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| Givin it to niggas who softer than play-doh
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| Don’t make no
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| False moves watch who you talk to
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| I’ll spark you, off you
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| Make the cops white chalk you
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| Niggas talkin shit about Yuk is gone cost you
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| Your fuckin head, your arms, your legs, i’m cuttin off your balls too
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| This is for all you bad bitches gettin cheese
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| Sittin nickin niggas E’s, hittin weed
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| Niggas scream!
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my bad bitches thats breakin niggas for cheese
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| Bitches scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my ballin niggas that hustle to make cheese
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| Niggas scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all them chicken heads who ain’t scared to get on their knees
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| Bitches scream
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh!
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| For all my thug niggas and killers who take G’s
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| Feel me
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| Ooh! |
| Ooh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ooh! Ooh! , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Thug Lord: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп