Oh! lyrics

by

Luclover


[Intro]
Damn Aj, you goin' crazy
Oh-woah oh oh
Yeah, oh-woah oh oh
Uh, oh-woah oh oh

[Chorus]
Oh, Got 12 on my ass, yeah the cops, they already know what we did (Oh)
Oh, Balenciaga on my socks, they go in my muhf*ckin' kicks (Oh)
Oh, That choppa' got do do do do do, aim at your muhf*ckin' ribs (Oh)
Oh, This sh*t shine brighter than your diamonds, it look like it came out the fridge (Oh)
Oh, we gon' crash out on that muhf*cker', heard he was talkin' bout' the kid
Oh, we don't be rockin' Chuck Taylors, I told that lil' b*tch it's the ricks (Oh)
Oh, I keep this lil' hoe out the tally, I got a lil' [?], she dip (Oh)
Oh, she beg me to hop in the foreign and tell me to cancel the trip, oh

[Post-Chorus]
I tell the [?] you a thotty, I just popped a molly, I feel out my body for real
I feel like MJ's body, I pass to this scotty, he shooting that b*tch off the kill (Oh)
I'm off the domе in the booth mane, y'all is a sh*t stain
I feel like Juicе off the pills (Oh)
I whip this sh*t up with AJ, rip it like Beyblades, this sh*t a game and we still

[Verse]
And they don't come up to the muhf*ckin' [?]
They stay askin' me for a muhf*ckin' [?]
And I ain't been hearin' em' talkin' that sh*t no more, they heard the kid done got rich (Oh)
That money, that money on, yeah, I tripped that boy, I can teach you how to flip
They funny, they funny, they funny to me, yeah boy
Cameras come out and they switched
[Chorus]
Oh, Got 12 on my ass, yeah the cops, they already know what we did (Oh)
Oh, Balenciaga on my socks, they go in my muhf*ckin' kicks (Oh)
Oh, That choppa' got do do do do do, aim at your muhf*ckin' ribs (Oh)
Oh, This sh*t shine brighter than your diamonds, it look like it came out the fridge (Oh)
Oh, we gon' crash out on that muhf*cker', heard he was talkin' bout' the kid
Oh, we don't be rockin' Chuck Taylors, I told that lil' b*tch it's the ricks (Oh)
Oh, I keep this lil' hoe out the tally, I got a lil' [?], she dip (Oh)
Oh, she beg me to hop in the foreign and tell me to cancel the trip, oh

[Post-Chorus]
I tell the [?] you a thotty, I just popped a molly, I feel out my body for real
I feel like MJ's body, I pass to this scotty, he shooting that b*tch off the kill (Oh)
I'm off the dome in the booth mane, y'all is a sh*t stain
I feel like Juice off the pills (Oh)
I whip this sh*t up with AJ, rip it like Beyblades, this sh*t a game and we still (Oh)
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