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letra de ooo what's that - human error club & kenny segal

[intro]
ooo what’s that
yeah
yo

[verse 1: quelle chris]
super fly jimmy off two to five henny’s
grand slam, every jam i think my name’s denny’s
money and raw burning, perfect day for a cabaret
this what you play when you spit rum in somebody face
grand burning a gram, cutting up goat meats
while the boys make a lotta noise like horse feet
we on these streets and low profile like porsche sheets
lumineer and kitty more beast than a borscht feast
who sits down to talk to a player like court seats?
your life’s a waste like where your body and legs meet
the price is up, we charge a carton of egg fees
now slapping a whole red cap off the top of your headpiece
rare like flying coach class with leg sp-ce
funky like fresh smoked ass and buck cakes
i heard your style before boy, it’s cut paste
i heard your style before, move on for f-ck sakes

[chorus]
oh d-mn, your lady’s got the incline glutes
oh sh-t fellas, the fruit of islam suits
who, me? i’m tryna keep my incline (?)
ooo mami, you tryna get your insides scooped
oh partner, it’s me smelling like marley and snoop
oh lordy, somebody gotta pull up and shoot
oh wow, they tryna get the inside scoop
we ’bout to pull up in the fruit of islam suits
[verse 2: cavalier]
there was a shoot out outside the video shoot proof we poppin’
we should get them fruit of islam suits it’s new brooklyn
but the same check-in like cop’s hotel dew drop in
but i be movin play like a qb option
it’s a myriad of beautiful oopses and that was just a tuesday
told q and frank we could get food and it was just two hop skips
on the way i thought about how to still get paid
in this renewed state of a hot mess
i miss the old google like my old boo in her blue crop top dress
a constant ruminating
paint me with a thick plume of smoke across my face
mysterious like the lake at loch ness
these strong words each bar got biceps
the weight come from the gravity that each day piles in
but maybe that’s just me i digress
hey, maybe that’s just me
yo

[outro]
oh d-mn, your lady’s got the incline glutes
oh sh-t fellas, the fruit of islam suits
who, me? i’m tryna keep my incline (?)
ooo mami, you tryna get your insides scooped
oh partner, it’s me smelling like marley and snoop
oh lordy, somebody gotta pull up and shoot
oh wow, they tryna get the inside scoop
we ’bout to pull up in the fruit of islam suits
we ’bout to pull up in the fruit of islam suits
we ’bout to pull up in the fruit of islam suits
we ’bout to pull up in the fruit of islam suits
we ’bout to pull up in the fruit of islam suits

- human error club kenny segal

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