SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
Oh Sh*t
by
Tom MacDonald
Back
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah 3 words, "f**k 'em all" 2 knew me, I buck 'em off I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off If you feelin' lucky you get luckier Her skin is calmer like a work of art And she movin' money like an armored car When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars My b*t*h, topless Your b*t*h, not sh*t My b*t*h, oh no Your b*t*h, so gross Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about Man, your people are like "oh sh*t" Okay, y'all don't wanna start cause I'm already at the finish I heard y'all say money talks, well I guess you never listen My girl fine, her hair like Farrah Fawcett We gettin' stoned like a feral coffin My name ain't Josh so I ain't Joshin' But I'll smoke til I die and I'm never coughin' I ain't tryna do a lot, we are on the guest list Toss 'em down inside a well, call that boy a death wish Smokin' on that green grinch, yeah I don't even know who is who Find your a** on Sunday and you're still wearin' your Tuesday shoes We hipper than a Hula-Hoop We pa**in' blunts like Alley-Oop Hill kids got so much att**ude, we just leave 'em in the valley dude A gangster don't make bangers, but he bang 'em out with a Hollow man So, I see through you, Tupac, hologram Ha, I'm smokin' weed, texting b*t*hes There ain't much to do, so she do my dishes Put some money on it, and pay you a visit Y'all are super phony, seven digits 3 words, "f**k 'em all" 2 knew me, I buck 'em off I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off If you feelin' lucky you get luckier Her skin is calmer like a work of art And she movin' money like an armored car When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars My b*t*h, topless Your b*t*h, not sh*t My b*t*h, oh no Your b*t*h, so gross Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about Man, your people are like "oh sh*t" Where the hell is my libido? (libido) And what the hell happened to all them other people? (people) That were comin' 'round and fillin' up the cribbo (cribbo) The ones that called me brother and the few who called me kiddo (kiddo) Shout out to the homies that are still stuck in limbo (limbo) They dunno how I feel but they still droppin' ditto (ditto) I'm jus tryna put my f**kin' fammo in a Lambo (Lambo) Get a bad b*t*h for my bad b*t*h and a Swisher for that Indo Okay put your lighters up, hit the blunt, light it up Pa** that sh*t to me and I'll be good, I don't require much I am like a dinosaur, you are like some lion cubs Rollin' with more hoes than a motherf**king firetruck Okay I am good to go, y'all are out that's good to know You do it for the minute, I do it til the time is gone F**k it, y'all are going down like you're eating pu**y F**k it, put 'em 6 feet call that playing footsy 3 words, "f**k 'em all" 2 knew me, I buck 'em off I live on the edge and I'm jumpin' off If you feelin' lucky you get luckier Her skin is calmer like a work of art And she movin' money like an armored car When I die I'll be a legend and the sky will need a hundred stars My b*t*h, topless Your b*t*h, not sh*t My b*t*h, oh no Your b*t*h, so gross Man, that's the sh*t I'm all about Man, your people are like "oh sh*t"
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register
