Yukmouth

Yukmouth - Oh Boy! songtekst

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[Verse 1]

Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweiler

Spit flame I cock lava, became the bass baller

Sip 'pagne in the drop troller

Give game to shot callers

Who bring the spot prouder

Campaigne, off course they gonna holler (Oh boy!)

Nigga, bandana'ed up and tatted out

Bling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted out

Lavish out (Oooh!) drop tunes, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh)

Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!)

If you aint got 2 or 3 TV's and DVD's dont even ride your shit

If you aint sittin on 20's, go and buy some shit

When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your bitch (Oh boy!)

When your under arrest cause ??? all over ???

And under her dress, she run to her ex

Puttin hickeys all over her neck

She bought me a Lex

Playboy, its all on a bitch (Oh boy!)



[Chorus]

When you see me and my niggas come ???

Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)

I just flipped the new big body

Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)

So much money and iced up in this ??? boy

Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)

Mami'll holla at a real playboy

Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!)



[Verse 2]

Ballers check your credentials

You gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know our

pockets not a presedential

Fuck a rental, fuck a limo 

Ridin luxury, descend through see them porno movies

playin in my window (Oh boy!)

Chokin pillows, a white spliff though indo 

Puff X, Lou Ferrino tough acts on Armadillo

Bust of 'Ville dough, creepin to the jungle the woods

In the Hillsboro, totin the pistol because we still roll (Oh boy!)

Yo Yuk plus L.T equals very roll deep

Gold teeth, fat belly's like Forty Fonzarelli

Niggas feel me, so while you twerkin

Surfin on the block hurtin

I was ???, workin excursions (Oh boy!)

Iced up, like what 

Playa hate but ya momma and ya bitch like Yuk

Always ridin on my nuts cause imma the hardest nigga to spit out the West

Mouth full of diamonds, i'll swallow ice shit out baguettes (Oh boy!)



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Cop a dollar, pop a bottle pop a pill

If you about the dollar bill that'll make ya swallow steel

Just because I got a deal, that doesnt mean I'm not for real

Bitch I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my niggas kill for the scrill' (Oh boy!)

I smoke like a chimney, drink Remy till its empty

I'm the hottest thing since 20's on Bently's

I'm simply, baller-ific went from roaches on the water ridges 

To smokin ??? up in this (Oh boy!)

Now we have the ass for cash

Playstation in the Range, Dreamcast in the Jag

Navigation in the dash, situation on fast

Lavish pack platinum package platinum peices to match (Oh boy!)

I keep a rolla, make ya tuck in ya gold

I'm iced out finger fuckin ya hoe

Gettin sucked in the 'Rove

Or catch beef, roll up that Extasy

Broken heavily smokin 

Live and direct from East Oakland (Oh boy!)



[Chorus x2]
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