StanWill - Oompa Loompa lyrics

[StanWill - Oompa Loompa lyrics]

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch said I'm broke, mmhm, that's baloney
Opps say they up,  mmhm,  capperoni
Do I got the sauce? Do ravioli?
Really juggin' hams
 they should pass me the scammer trophy

Turbo on the whip like it's Rocket League
Tore Somerset down, I'm a shopping fiend
No Ingles, only speak guapanese
Bitch, if you ain't suckin' dick
Then it's time to leave
If you ain't suckin' dick
Why you got a head? If you can't run it up
Why you got some legs?
(Gra pow pow pow) Think that's
What the chopper said sick of you hoes
Ain't that what my doctor said?
Ridin' in a UFO with a plasma blaster
Ran it up at the set and caught asthma after
Always lying, boy, you a master capper
Bitch said StanWill was broke so
I had to slap her
Telescope on the chop, I can shoot a star
If it's up then it's smoke like a hookah bar
Married to the pape
And it's til death do us part
Full auto chop, let it sing like Mula Mar
If he had a SSN, I'd jugg Jesus
Punch like Pacquiao off the jugged Visas
Only thing you ever punched was a good pizza
Caught an opp, wrapped him up
He a good pitta
Caught an opp, wrapped him up
Like a Meximelt brought the 201 to church
Made the pastor kneel boy broke as hell
Think he should grab some help
Off White shopping
I might fuck around grab a shelf

Bitch broke my heart, I ain't mad at all
Super saiyan with your bitch
I'm draggin' balls
That's me in the 'cat, I'm stabbin' off
Ever since I hopped off the
Bench I had to ball
Bitch said I'm broke, mmhm, that's baloney
Opps say they up, mmhm, capperoni
Do I got the sauce? Do ravioli?
Really juggin' hams
They should pass me the scammer trophy

Jugged a hunnid grannies
I need the scam trophy
I want to give a special
Thanks to the hams only
Marching with a stick and a band on me
Send dog up top, lay a hand on me
If I send him up top, he ain't comin' back
Threw a phone in the air
That's a jumping jack
In my bag, spinnin' hoes like a running back
Think the clerk want to fuck
When I'm up in Saks no cap, she on testicles
You can be Tyler Gage wouldn't step with you
You can be Triple H
Wouldn't wrestle with you
On the moon off the X, smokin' vegetable
On the moon off the X, smokin' boogaloogie
Slide down, more clips than WhoDaShoota
Your pape? Shorter than an oompa loompa
God bless the scams, hallelujah

Bitch broke my heart, I ain't mad at all
Super saiyan with your bitch
I'm draggin' balls
That's me in the 'cat, I'm stabbin' off
Ever since I hopped off the
Bench I had to ball
Bitch said I'm broke, mmhm, that's baloney
Opps say they up, mmhm, capperoni
Do I got the sauce? Do ravioli?
Really juggin' hams
They should pass me the scammer trophy

They should pass me the
Motherfucking scammer trophy
I'm out here jugging hams nigga
Jugging hams, jugging grannies
All of that, nigga, we on all of that, nigga
God bless the scams, hallelujah, nigga
Your pape? Shorter than an oompa loompa
Nigga that's how we coming, all 2020 bitch
Shittyboyz

Bitch said I'm broke, mmhm, that's baloney
Opps say they up, mmhm, capperoni
Do I got the sauce? Do ravioli?
Really juggin' hams
They should pass me the scammer trophy

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