Testo Oh Yes - OHNO
Testo della canzone Oh Yes (OHNO), tratta dall'album Chips & Hennessy
Got 'em all like "Oh my"
Look at me, I'm so fly
Back then got no love
Now the hoes they say hi
Skinny dude with my jeans ripped
Nike's all on my feet bruh
Bucket up on my head too
Lookin' good with some tattoos
Haters talk like "Rell's this"
"Rell's that, he so wack"
Same haters who talk shit
Askin' for me to follow back
'Cause they heard the kid makin' moves
'Cause they heard I ain't gonna lose
All this money is what I choose
Get it all, never hittin' snooze
I got that paper chase ambition
I thought I told you, but y'all just never listen
No fuck boys 'round here, boy, so you should keep your distance
My squad is swangin', Rascals swavy, yeah we pimpin'
Nah, time out
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
That young rascal
Lookin' up like "Who that?" You gon' need a lasso
I'm just tryna cop me a kitty-cat
It's that Rellie Rell, she gon' ring the bell
Way that she fine, had to kiss her to tell
Out in the towns, I was sippin' Motel
Feenin' that time, you know I'm gon' quell
Well, break the bank
Day to day, I'm gon' paper chase
All you hate leave you stuck in place
Way that I swang, can't be nowhere you ain't
Ride out, know my killas gon' hide out
Leave you in awe, brighter than Shaw
Always gon' hustle, no time out
I got that paper chase ambition
I thought I told you, but y'all just never listen
No fuck boys 'round here, boy, so you should keep your distance
My squad is swangin', Rascals swavy, yeah we pimpin'
Nah, time out
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Rascals really comin' with the shits, boy
We don't hesitate, we fast to load the clips, boy
Talk yo' shit but you ain't fuckin' with my clique, boy
All my squad fresh and gully, don't get hit, boy
Don't talk about it, I be about it
You'll have a mind, yeah I really doubt it
I'm the next to blow, no doubt about it
You gonna hear me, no way around it
Your girl say that I'm hot though
You think that you hot? No
I am the head honcho
Refer me as the young Pablo
Supa Supa, young swavy king
Mo' bitches, mo' swavy things
Duckin' bitches, but I got a queen
Don't you hate how I do my thang?
Don't you hate how I get my chains?
Don't you hate how I'm gettin' paid?
Don't you hate how I got my buzz, and I'm
Hittin' states while you still in lane?
I got that paper chase ambition
I thought I told you, but y'all just never listen
No fuck boys 'round here, boy, so you should keep your distance
My squad is swangin', Rascals swavy, yeah we pimpin'
Nah, time out
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh my God, oh-oh my, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Grace Hamilton, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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