Yukmouth - Oh Boy lyrics

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Yukmouth - Oh Boy lyrics

[Verse 1] Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweiler Spit flame I co*k lava, became the ba** baller Sip 'pagne in the drop troller Give game to shot callers Who bring the spot prouder Campaigne, off course they gonna holler (Oh boy!) n***a, bandana'ed up and tatted out Bling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted out Lavish out (Oooh!) drop tunes, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh) Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!) If you ain't got 2 or 3 TV's and DVD's dont even ride your sh** If you ain't sittin on 20's, go and buy some sh** When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your b**h (Oh boy!) When your under arrest cause ??? all over ??? And under her dress, she run to her ex Puttin hickeys all over her neck She bought me a Lex Playboy, its all on a b**h (Oh boy!) [Chorus] When you see me and my n***as come ??? Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!) I just flipped the new big body Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!) So much money and iced up in this ??? boy Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!) Mami'll holla at a real playboy Got these playa hatas on hold (Oh boy!) [Verse 2] Ballers check your credentials You gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know our Pockets not a presedential f** a rental, f** a limo Ridin luxury, descend through see them p**no movies Playin in my window (Oh boy!) Chokin pillows, a white spliff though indo Puff X, Lou Ferrino tough acts on Armadillo Bust of 'Ville dough, creepin to the jungle the woods In the Hillsboro, totin the pistol because we still roll (Oh boy!) Yo Yuk plus L.T equals very roll deep Gold teeth, fat belly's like Forty Fonzarelli n***as feel me, so while you t**n Surfin on the block hurtin I was ???, workin excursions (Oh boy!) Iced up, like what Playa hate but ya momma and ya b**h like Yuk Always ridin on my nuts cause imma the hardest n***a to spit out the West Mouth full of diamonds, i'll swallow ice sh** out baguettes (Oh boy!) [Chorus] [Verse 3] Cop a dollar, pop a bottle pop a pill If you about the dollar bill that'll make ya swallow steel Just because I got a deal, that doesnt mean I'm not for real b**h I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my n***as k** for the scrill' (Oh boy!) I smoke like a chimney, drink Remy till its empty I'm the hottest thing since 20's on Bently's I'm simply, baller-ific went from roaches on the water ridges To smokin ??? up in this (Oh boy!) Now we have the a** for cash Playstation in the Range, Dreamcast in the Jag Navigation in the dash, situation on fast Lavish pack platinum package platinum peices to match (Oh boy!) I keep a rolla, make ya tuck in ya gold I'm iced out finger f**in ya hoe Gettin s**ed in the 'Rove Or catch beef, roll up that Extasy Broken heavily smokin Live and direct from East Oakland (Oh boy!) [Chorus] X2

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