Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oiler, artist - Zuse.
Date of issue: 23.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oiler |
It’s midnight, I’m heading down to your crib |
I’m on one, got chad all in my drink |
R.I.P to the pimp, underground these motherfuckers |
They know I’m bout to be king |
Missed call from my main girl but my mindset is on Kim |
My ex-girl who branched out and amputated her limb |
It’s all good, she gon' see the man, the young boy turned in |
Still swangin' on these folks, with the same guys I came with |
Now what the fuck should I think? |
I’m screwed up, you can blame that on the beer |
Screwed up, UGK up in my drink |
Screwed up, Actavis under my skin |
Screwed up, I can never trust a bitch |
Where ya been at? |
How ya been? |
How ya doing, girl? |
Can I come in? |
Where ya been at? |
How ya been? |
How ya doing, girl? |
Can I come in? |
Yeah |
Called her up, I’m down to ride and we all up |
Sippin' on that cough syrup, that Big Mo |
Pour four for the Pimp too, this Big Hawk, not pimp juice |
Hold up, let it sink in, got pink all in my system |
Swangin' down that highway, my girl say I move sideways, it’s alright |
Cup muddy on hard ice, don’t give a fuck like I’m |
Ain’t nothing change but the weather baby |
But the young boy got the star life |
Same boy who came up was the same man working all night |
Yeah, I’m swangin' on these eighty-fours |
Caught up in the past like «How the fuck I’m gon' get away?» |
Everybody who left me out tryna reminisce like «Wait!» |
Boppers all in my face |
No Johnny Dang, no Paul Wall, get yo' grill outta my face |
Rap a lot, I’m a prince, boy, and I put that all on J |
From Kingston to the A-Town to the H-Town, we straight |
Shout out to the greats, DJ Screw, Scarface |
Big Mo and Trae, Big Hawk and Pimp C, nigga |