CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : OOH! (MASHUP)
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Bra, bra, when I hit it from the side (Yeah)
High speed chase on I-95 (Woo)
Bra, Bra, don't come outside
I got nine b*t*hes trying to f**k me in the line (Line)
Tell her, "Get gone", ooh, I'm on (I'm on)
Six chains on like Post Malone (Posty)
b*t*h, go do your thing (Uh-huh)
I don't know you, you ain't gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang) Okay!
My flow's acidic, I murder rap virgins with it
I'm swervin', flippin' the bird while I'm purgin' n***as
My words is bigger, matter of fact, my d**k bigger
The bigger the figure, the more they probably f**k, n***as
I'll say it again
No, I don't wanna be friends with none of you f**kin' Aliens
I'm Predator, n***a, I batter you n***a, yo, matter of fact
I'm better than n***as, I'll battle you n***a, okay...
Lil peep keep...
Smokin' and puttin' my lip on my b*t*hes (Yeah)
They kissin' my d**k while I'm typin' my digits (Yeah)
Arthritis inside of my digits from twistin' the piff (Yeah)
And yo' b*t*h think I'm trippin', I'm flippin' the script (Okay)
And I'm flippin' prescriptions, my vision is blurry (Yeah)
My thoughts are perverted (Yeah)
I'm closing my curtains, and go in the furnace
And I bring my ruger to kill Freddie Kreuger, you loser, i'm gone...
Okay, ESSKEETIT!
This Glock, b*t*h I f**king trust
This blunt, b*t*h I f**king trust
My b*t*h, I'on f**king trust
Might lose my mind for f**king trust
This Glock, b*t*h I f**king trust
This blunt, b*t*h I f**king trust
My b*t*h, I'on f**king trust
Might lose my mind for f**king trust, this Glock
We got cheat codes for the game, ooh
Take write circle, f**k the squares
Never swore down 'cause we break the rules
In the same clique we still billionares
All you n***as counterfeits
Can't live up for the savages
I done woke up and tweaking
I´ma add it like I'm proud of it
Yeah I'm not the sound of it
Managing with all the saddest sh*t (Wooooooo!)
Better get the bandages
I´ma start doin' damages, yeah yeah
Tekashi69 from that Sc*m f**king Squad
No doors, break the walls, Sc*m Gang 'til I fall, Squad!
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh (Ohh)
She want me to be her boo (Brr!)
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Bra, bra, when I hit it from the side (Yeah)
High speed chase on I-95 (Woo)
Bra, Bra, don't come outside
I got nine b*t*hes trying to f**k me in the line (Line)
Tell her, "Get gone", ooh, I'm on (I'm on)
Six chains on like Post Malone (Posty)
b*t*h, go do your thing (Uh-huh)
I don't know you, you ain't gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang) Okay!
My flow's acidic, I murder rap virgins with it
I'm swervin', flippin' the bird while I'm purgin' n***as
My words is bigger, matter of fact, my d**k bigger
The bigger the figure, the more they probably f**k, n***as
I'll say it again
No, I don't wanna be friends with none of you f**kin' Aliens
I'm Predator, n***a, I batter you n***a, yo, matter of fact
I'm better than n***as, I'll battle you n***a, okay...
Lil peep keep...
Smokin' and puttin' my lip on my b*t*hes (Yeah)
They kissin' my d**k while I'm typin' my digits (Yeah)
Arthritis inside of my digits from twistin' the piff (Yeah)
And yo' b*t*h think I'm trippin', I'm flippin' the script (Okay)
And I'm flippin' prescriptions, my vision is blurry (Yeah)
My thoughts are perverted (Yeah)
I'm closing my curtains, and go in the furnace
And I bring my ruger to kill Freddie Kreuger, you loser, i'm gone...
Okay, ESSKEETIT!
This Glock, b*t*h I f**king trust
This blunt, b*t*h I f**king trust
My b*t*h, I'on f**king trust
Might lose my mind for f**king trust
This Glock, b*t*h I f**king trust
This blunt, b*t*h I f**king trust
My b*t*h, I'on f**king trust
Might lose my mind for f**king trust, this Glock
We got cheat codes for the game, ooh
Take write circle, f**k the squares
Never swore down 'cause we break the rules
In the same clique we still billionares
All you n***as counterfeits
Can't live up for the savages
I done woke up and tweaking
I´ma add it like I'm proud of it
Yeah I'm not the sound of it
Managing with all the saddest sh*t (Wooooooo!)
Better get the bandages
I´ma start doin' damages, yeah yeah
Tekashi69 from that Sc*m f**king Squad
No doors, break the walls, Sc*m Gang 'til I fall, Squad!
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh (Ohh)
She want me to be her boo (Brr!)
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
