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letra de ooouuu (bnyx re-work) - bnyx®

[intro]
yo, bro, i think i had too much hennessy, man
this hennessy gettin’ to me
i ain’t gonna lie, i’m a little smizz
i’m a little drizz
but we in the club, man, ooouuu

[verse]
yeah, they hate, but they broke though
and when it’s time to pop they a no-show (where they at though)
yeah, i’m pretty, but i’m loco
the loud got me movin’ slow-mo (jesus christ)
ayo, tweetie, where the hoes, bro?
ayo, keys, where the hoes though?
that other n-gga, he a bozo
it’s m.a, you don’t know, ho?
we got liquor by the boatload (that henny)
disrespect the lyfe, that’s a no-no
all my n-ggas dressed in that rojo (redlyfe)
i ride for my guys, that’s the bro code
baby gave me head; that’s a low blow
d-mn, she make me weak when she deep throat
i need a rich b-tch, not a cheap ho
they be on that hate sh-t, i peep though
my brother told me: “f-ck ’em, get that money, sis!”
you just keep on grindin’ on your hungry sh-t
ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny sh-t
‘cause if a n-gga violate, we got a hunnit clips (grrrrrrrah!)
and we go zero to a hundred quick (real quick)
we just them n-ggas you ain’t f-ckin’ with (oh no)
pockets on a chubby chick (ah)
and still, go bag a thottie in some bummy sh-t (ooouuu)
yerr, eli, why they testin’ me?
like i don’t always keep the hammer next to me
like i ain’t got a hitter to the left of me
like we ain’t in these streets more than sesame
if that’s your chick, then why she textin’ me?
why she keep calling my phone speaking s-xually?
every time i’m out, why she stressin’ me?
you call her stephanie? i call her headphanie (ooouuu)
i don’t open doors for a wh0r-
i just want the neck, nothin’ more
shawty, make it clap, make it applaud!
when you tired of your man, give me a call
dyk- b-tches talking out they jaw
next minute, calling for the law
this 9 will have ’em calling for the lord
they ain’t getting shmoney, so they bored
i could never lose, what you thought?
m.a got it on lock, man, of course
they say i got the juice, i got the sauce
these haters on my body, shake ’em off
p-ssy, i’m a bully and a boss
i’m k!lling ’em, sorry for your loss (r.i.p.)
i just caught a body; randy moss
now this year i’m really going off

[outro]
ooouuu, ooouuu
these haters on my body, shake ’em off
ooouuu, ooouuu
ah, these haters on my body, shake ’em off
ooouuu, ooouuu
these haters on my body, shake ’em off
i could never lose, what you thought?
what they thought?
i could never lose, what you thought?
this henny got me, it got me sauced
this henny got me, oh, it got me sauced
i could never lose, what you thought?
m.a got it on lock, man, of course
ooouuu, ooouuu

- bnyx

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