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So good. Y'all niggas gonna love the baby. Y'all niggas is gonna love baby. We ain't playing with y'all niggas. Let's get fucked. You won't believe the shit that I seen though. What? Big money, never seen though. Out the fridge, barely drink though. Aight. Fat lame, I seen slow. He Front checkers, I'm chess now. Big bets, don't wanna be a letdown. Been through it all but I'm blessed now. What? Fuck your city where I rap now. Let's He don't what he sayin', I don't never See it. Money what we makin', I don't never read it. No. Baby, what you talkin'? I'ma keep on weedin' up. Weedin' up. Everything we doin' now, we gon' keep The scene up. Ayy. Hold up, now wait. Ayy. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. I like what I like and she Oh yeah. And she oh yeah. She say she on fire and I'm okay. And I'm okay. I'ma take one night walk away. Away. Tell me what I do. What? Rollin' with my fuckin' crew. Crew. Be like, "Who are you?" You. I'ma do just what I do. Yeah. Stab me fuckin' loose. Unknown the gang. Gang. We don't play no games. No. And you know the name. Yeah, oh yeah. Young brothers driven off a legend, oh yeah. Oh yeah. These streets is livin' off these kitchens, Oh yeah. Oh yeah. I won't stop 'til I see millions, oh yeah. You rather hate than go get cake, my boy, You trippin', oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. You rather hate than go get cake, My boy, you trippin', oh yeah. Yeah, these niggas killin' for no reason. Oh yeah. They switchin' up like it's the seasons. Oh, yeah. I fuck these streets up, yeah I'm evil. I keep on brackets what I'm preachin'. Oh yeah. These fifty niggas out here leechin'. The feds shoot us and they say that we Was reachin'. Oh yeah. Nah, I gotta get it for my family. If you broke, you a joke, you not no Man to me. Niggas make excuses, But I got a reason. Gotta touch a milli' even though it's killin' Season. Yeah. Fuck your fame, fuck your name, You can keep your chains. Oh yeah. I'm ahead, holla, I just want the Brain. Been through hell and back, Now it's time to spit the flame. Oh yeah. Unknown will be the gang, humble I Remain. Fools feel down, ride or to death for Me. Yeah. Make sure they get my kids when I'm dead, that's for me. Yeah, oh yeah. Young brothers driven off a legend, oh yeah. These streets is livin' off these kitchens, oh yeah. Oh yeah. I won't stop 'til I see millions, Oh yeah. You rather hate than go get cake, My boy, you trippin', oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. You rather hate than go get cake, My boy, you trippin', oh yeah. I'm a savage for that cabbage, I think that's A habit. I don't know how to fathom this So I go dolo automatic. Yeah. I'm probably in the hood with old bastards. Who make the way so drastic. So drastic. Or probably at the bay with your bae any Day, foreplay, either way, but she clappin'. Respect, money, and power. I don't think that I can ever, ever play With. Every hit I make comin' out the fire, I'm alive and the facts that they can't hid. Can't A master of mine and you wastin' my Time, nigga, you don't need none. Nigga, you don't Need none. Don't believe in the kid, don't believe In the gift, so I guess I gotta show 'em, yeah. I pack a sound that they never Ever heard before. Before. She told me, "Boy, you legit," And I said that I know. I know. I got respect, watch me fuck up A check at the mall. The mall. I hope they hear you because the Money keep on callin'. Callin'. All white linen with some all white Bitches, party all night, fuckin' these hoes. Every day same thing, nigga, what? Probably take all night countin' this dough. Little gold BM all in my DM. Every day hit a nigga like Jim. So I had to pull up in the gym. Yeah. Fuck the pussy raw from the AM to The PM. Oh yeah. Young brothers driven off a legend, oh yeah. Oh yeah. These streets is livin' off these kitchens, Oh yeah. Oh yeah. I won't stop 'til I see millions, oh yeah. You rather hate than go get cake, my boy, You trippin', oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. You rather hate than go get cake, My boy, you trippin', oh yeah.
Boogiie Byrd, Unormal Gang — Oh Yeah
«Oh Yeah» — Boogiie Byrd, Unormal Gang. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:54. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
