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letra de oh yea - backend

[intro]
(keep that sh-t lowkey, tae)

[chorus: osamason & backend & both]
two seat whip, me and the switch, yeah
ysl jeans and they barely fit
yeah, spendin’ ten, oh my, she finna throw a fit
yeah, and i’m still ridin’ with the micro stick
yeah, three play-plays bustin’ in this iphone 6
yeah, ain’t that but a b-tch, i pulled up, brand new whip (let’s go)
madbudz ring my phone, we got new l!cks, yeah
finna catch a body in this rick fit, yeah
lean got me hit, i can’t see sh-t, yeah
fifty percs’ touch down, let’s get it, yeah
brand new wrist, bust down, let’s get it, yeah
we f-ck up the whip ’cause this b-tch rented, yeah
b-tch think i got on all my chains, i’m seein’ [?] tinted
granny think i don’t got a phone ’cause we ain’t talk in a minute
keep pourin’ up, i’m like, “d-mn, when the juice finish?”
pounds after pounds, it’s gettin’ better, so i keep spinnin’
skippin’ out of town ’cause i ball, you know i’m winnin’ (uh)
(i’m skippin’ out of town ’cause i ball, you know i’m winnin’)

[verse 1: backend & xaviersobased]
(uh; it’s backend, baby)
phone-phone keep jumpin’ ’cause the fiends keep callin’ (mm-mm)
i shot at [?] tryna catch some shiny sh-t (uh)
i-i shot [?] and i bought some shiesty sh-t (uh)
where the— where the juice at? man, pour up all that sh-t
w-w-where the juice at? i’m tryna sip all that sh-t
bi-b-tch said she like the ricks, she tryna eat the d-ck (yeah)
ridin’ ’round, [?] stick, i ain’t tryna slip (mm)
movin’ all these bowls, you can call me pac-man (yeah-yeah)
movin’ all these bowls, you can call me pac-man (yeah-yeah)
b-tch, i got them packs, man (mm-mm)
if you wanna [?], n-gga, you can come and get it (mm-mm)
if you ain’t tryna pay that high, n-gga, i ain’t gon’ sweat it
you could go shop somewhere else, n-gga, you is gon’ regret it (mm-mm)
[verse 2: xaviersobased]
b-tch, i’m dippin’ cheese in the sky (mm-mm)
b-tch, i got gs in the stash (mm-mm)
yeah, bust him down, yeah, you ain’t bustin’ packs, ayy (oh)
cheap ass n-gga, get a bag (oh)
if a n-gga sweat my pop, then i’m gettin’ back (oh)
b-tch we goin’ crazy in the trap (yeah)
servin’ plenty [?] out the bag (true)
catchin’ phones around your neck don’t really mean nothin’
i remember dubbin’ gs out the nissan
i got fiends comin’ down, they said they need some
spend a ying on a ring ’cause i need one
had to run, yeah, i did they ass bad
won’t take the easy route because i wanna last

[chorus: osamason]
(keep that sh-t lowkey, tae)
two seat whip, me and switch, yeah
ysl jeans and they barely fit
yeah, spendin’ ten, oh my, she finna throw a fit
yeah, and i’m still ridin’ with the micro stick
yeah, three play-plays bustin’ in this iphone 6
yeah, ain’t that but a b-tch, i pulled up, brand new whip (let’s go)
madbudz ring my phone, we got new l!cks, yeah
finna catch a body in this rick fit, yeah
lean got me hit, i can’t see sh-t, yeah
fifty percs’ touch down, let’s get it, yeah
brand new wrist, bust down, let’s get it, yeah
we f-ck up the whip ’cause this b-tch rented, yeah
b-tch think i got on all my chains, i’m seein’ [?] tinted
granny think i don’t got a phone ’cause we ain’t talk in a minute
keep pourin’ up, i’m like, “d-mn, when the juice finish?”
pounds after pounds, it’s gettin’ better, so i keep spinnin’
skippin’ out of town ’cause i ball, you know i’m winnin’
(skippin’ out of town ’cause i ball, you know i’m winnin’)
[outro: osamason]
(wha—)

- backend

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