ddg, kyle richh & nle choppa - ouch lyrics
[intro: ddg & kyle richh]
(i+i+i)
put that lil’ boy on his ass (ay)
they ain’t gon’ like when i’m mad (yeah)
roll me a blunt ‘fore i crash (like, d+mn)
okay, let me hear bnyx’ tag (i+i+i’m working on dying)
f+ck (bnyx), 4zz on top like it’s 41— (like, d+mn)
[chorus: kyle richh]
grrah, i’m a man on a mission, never the man in the middle
when i speak, listen close like a riddle
they only wit’ you if you beneficial (yes)
walk him down if you think that he crazy
bullets hot, sent him straight to the ‘spital (like), d+mn
put the beam on his—
chest shot, he got hit in his nipple, ouch
[verse 1: ddg]
got your b+tch on my couch, fill up with d+ck in her mouth (go)
n+ggas fiendin’ for clout, b+tch, he can not figure it out (f+ck)
i been runnin’ the bag up like travis be runnin’ his routes (phew+phew)
why these f+cks on my d+ck ’bout? some mayors that don’t got a spouse (i+i+i)
[verse 2: kyle richh]
grrah, i got some sh+t that’ll leave his ass crippled
n+ggas hop in the booth, start lyin’, all of they music odee, superficial
we start waves, they be ridin’ a ripple
we the reason they rasta, little (like)
shoot my shot, i do not need to dribble
d+mn, pockets fat like lizzo, f+ck
yo, i love you lizzo, yo, i love you, you hurr (yeah+yeah)
[verse 3: ddg]
i’m the n+gga inside of my city, i don’t give a f+ck what you heard (yeah+yeah)
if it’s smoke then i’m pressin’ the issue, i’m pullin’ up on you, let’s skrrt (yeah+yeah)
i can end your career, you give me a fade but it’s what you prefer (boom, yeah+yeah, i+i)
[chorus: kyle richh]
grrah, i’m a man on a mission, never the man in the middle
when i speak, listen close like a riddle
they only wit’ you if you beneficial (yes)
walk him down if you think that he crazy
bullets hot, sent him straight to the ‘spital (like), d+mn
put the beam on his—
chest shot, he got hit in his nipple, ouch
[verse 4: nle choppa]
like a [?] man, got no box on the glock
hit the runnin’ man when i hop out the car (come here)
[?] murder, i pray to allah but i’m reminiscin’ ’bout the bodies you caught (brrt)
federal, glock touch n+ggas, we ain’t hederal (come on)
titties on chops (come on), d+ck on glocks (come on), make a opp transition, no s+xual (no)
lean on rocks (come on), i’ma lean on a thot (come on)
ass too fat but she lean, on god (she lean, on god)
call your n+gga while i f+ck you (yeah), she tellin’ me that i take it too far
l!ckin’ yo’ ass while i sl+t you (yeah)
in your past [?], i was f+ckin’ you, you, you, you (uh)
suck it ’til my b+lls deflate, don’t never leave it on blue, on crip
opened up, rip ’til his t+shirt rips (brrt)
[?] rip ’til his mama say, “r.i.p.” (brrt)
bad b+tch, pretty lips, p+ssy lips better (on god)
eat it ’til you squirt, i’ma l!ck, umbrella
last n+gga was a simpity+simp but under the waist he was limpity+limp
i’m trickin’ but i still pimpity+pimp, under the waist i’m big as a blimp, gotchu
[chorus: kyle richh]
grrah, i’m a man on a mission, never the man in the middle
when i speak, listen close like a riddle
they only wit’ you if you beneficial (yes)
walk him down if you think that he crazy
bullets hot, sent him straight to the ‘spital (like), d+mn
put the beam on his—
chest shot, he got hit in his nipple
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