Smoove'L - Ouu Ahh lyrics
[Smoove'L - Ouu Ahh lyrics]
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Step out in these streets, got
These niggas big, big
Big mad
Hit me a lick and go split with my niggas
Just so I can show 'em I'm legit
She want her Chanel, when it's
Time for that bail
I bet you that ho won't give up shit
(No she won't)
I was running in CVS's
Tryna get some blessings
Then I go and cop a 'fit
(Mmh, mmh)
I got three words, it's gon' either be
"Let's get rich" or "Suck my dick"
(Fuck 'em, bah)
Step out in these streets, got
These niggas big, big
Big mad
(Big, big, big mad)
I don't like how you moving
Boy better get, get
Get back
(Get, get, get back)
Ba da-bing, ba da boom
No chit chit chit-chat
(No words, bah)
Get money, get money
You know I'm all 'bout the racks
(You know that I'm with it)
Ooh (O oh) , please don't take me out my mood
And please don't make me tell my nigga Shoov
He'll go off (He'll go)
I swear to God he'll prove
To you he ain't soft
(Ooh, ah)
I ain't with all the kissing, no, no, no
I ain't with all the telling, no, no, no
I'm fucking his bitch, he don't know
To fuck me, you gotta fuck Brycio
I ain't with all the stressin', I'ma get
To flexin', I won't two step it
Oh
She go to her nigga after we
Just fucked, he got sloppy seconds
Oh
I was down in the streets, turned my
Heart cold, I ain't used to heat
Ah
Put the four on my back, heard she want
A rump, you know what I tell her
"Bye"
All the bad in my past
I done been through it
It's so sad how they mad I'm an influence
Get racks, get money
That's what I been doing
(That's what I been doin')
Get racks, get money, you know I get to it
Step out in these streets, got
These niggas big, big
Big mad
(Got these niggas big, big, big mad)
I don't like how you moving
Boy better get, get
Get back
Ba da-bing, ba da boom
No chit chit chit-chat
Get money, get money
You know I'm all 'bout the racks
(You know that I'm with it
You know that I'm 'bout it)
Ooh (O oh) , please don't take me out my mood
And please don't make me tell my nigga Shoov
(Get him, baow, hit him)
He'll go off (He'll go off, nigga)
I swear to God he'll prove
To you he ain't soft
Yeah
(He ain't soft at all, bah, bah)
I can't stand these hoes
Watch out for my G-Fazos (Watch out)
She want love, but I want O's
(I don't want it, I want money)
Stack it up, add it up, run it
Up, do it, oh oh oh
Oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
You like how it taste? Haha
Big, big, big mad
That's how you finish this shit
Step out in these streets, got
These niggas big, big
Big mad
Hit me a lick and go split with my niggas
Just so I can show 'em I'm legit
She want her Chanel, when it's
Time for that bail
I bet you that ho won't give up shit
(No she won't)
I was running in CVS's
Tryna get some blessings
Then I go and cop a 'fit
(Mmh, mmh)
I got three words, it's gon' either be
"Let's get rich" or "Suck my dick"
(Fuck 'em, bah)
Step out in these streets, got
These niggas big, big
Big mad
(Big, big, big mad)
I don't like how you moving
Boy better get, get
Get back
(Get, get, get back)
Ba da-bing, ba da boom
No chit chit chit-chat
(No words, bah)
Get money, get money
You know I'm all 'bout the racks
(You know that I'm with it)
Ooh (O oh) , please don't take me out my mood
And please don't make me tell my nigga Shoov
He'll go off (He'll go)
I swear to God he'll prove
To you he ain't soft
(Ooh, ah)
I ain't with all the kissing, no, no, no
I ain't with all the telling, no, no, no
I'm fucking his bitch, he don't know
To fuck me, you gotta fuck Brycio
I ain't with all the stressin', I'ma get
To flexin', I won't two step it
Oh
She go to her nigga after we
Just fucked, he got sloppy seconds
Oh
I was down in the streets, turned my
Heart cold, I ain't used to heat
Ah
Put the four on my back, heard she want
A rump, you know what I tell her
"Bye"
All the bad in my past
I done been through it
It's so sad how they mad I'm an influence
Get racks, get money
That's what I been doing
(That's what I been doin')
Get racks, get money, you know I get to it
Step out in these streets, got
These niggas big, big
Big mad
(Got these niggas big, big, big mad)
I don't like how you moving
Boy better get, get
Get back
Ba da-bing, ba da boom
No chit chit chit-chat
Get money, get money
You know I'm all 'bout the racks
(You know that I'm with it
You know that I'm 'bout it)
Ooh (O oh) , please don't take me out my mood
And please don't make me tell my nigga Shoov
(Get him, baow, hit him)
He'll go off (He'll go off, nigga)
I swear to God he'll prove
To you he ain't soft
Yeah
(He ain't soft at all, bah, bah)
I can't stand these hoes
Watch out for my G-Fazos (Watch out)
She want love, but I want O's
(I don't want it, I want money)
Stack it up, add it up, run it
Up, do it, oh oh oh
Oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
You like how it taste? Haha
Big, big, big mad
That's how you finish this shit