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eastside chedda boyz - oh boy lyrics

oh boy lyrics
i don’t give a f+ck

[verse 1: tuff tone]:
oh boy, n+gga, i don’t be playin’ them games
oh boy, i’ll come sprayin’ them thangs
oh boy, i pull thangs like jesse james or john wayne
n+gga might blow out ya brain
oh boy, i don’t give a f+ck
oh boy, we coming in them big black trucks
oh boy, y’all motherf+ckers better duck
oh boy, oh boy, oh boy

[verse 2]:
in my hometown, gettin’ rich, hammer thrown down
at first, we couldn’t rap, bet you want me on your songs now
and when it’s drama with yo features, you see it’s copious ‘ks
we hit yo block three deep, will leave you smokin’ for days
grown up, k!ll any n+gga that shown up
just label me “a young ass n+gga that just don’t give a grown f+ck”
you wanna grim, but up close you turnin’ ya head
you try whatever you want, yo pеoples gone be lеarnin’ ya dead
drop a g down, you fade me, i’m gone roll the dice
loads them clips up, hop out the truck and i’m gone blow this pipe
it’s all gone stop, right here, right now
what you hope? you f+cked up
you look up, i’m gone be on the scope
[verse 3: tuff tone]:
oh boy, i’ll put cement on ya feet
throw you in a lake ’bout 35 deep
i’m cutthroat, please believe me
i’ll put a hole in ya head the size of a cd
y’all young ass n+ggas can’t f+ck with tuff
my game is tighter than police handcuffs
i’ll pull up, get out, shoot you right in ya mouth
i’ll boot up, suit up, come right in ya house
anybody in that b+tch, yo, i’m takin’ ’em out
police outside, i gotta make it to the ride
i gotta leave these n+ggas bl++dy like a maxi pad
there he go, put they brains on the flo’
shouldn’t have never tried to play tuff like a ho’
uh huh, high+speed f+ckin’ chase
police behind me, i’ma give ’em a h+ll of a race
straight to the crib, oh boy
you know i’m dumpin’ out the window with that toy
them n+ggas tried to take me out
i’ma tell these n+ggas “i ain’t going to jail, i’d rather go to h+ll”
n+gga, i be comin’ through
it’s like a true [?]
with my motherf+ckin’ tool, y’all can’t f+ck with me
oh boy, n+gga, we roll in a range
oh boy, everywhere we go, i got that thang
oh boy, i got that raw spot
oh boy, i got that yay spot
oh boy, i got the weed spot
but if you need, come holla at tuff
n+gga, you know how it is
n+gga, this ain’t no moutherf+ckin’ bluff
n+gga rollin’ on the 20+inch wheels
n+gga popped ’bout 3 esctasy pills
n+ggas like “tuff tone, chill!”
i’m in the titty bar smackin’ hoes
they like “what’s wrong with this n+gga? he got on iceberg clothes”
n+gga, f+ck you, f+ck you, and f+ck her
oh boy, i don’t be playin’ them games
oh boy, i’ll come sprayin’ them thangs
i’ll pull thangs like jesse james or john wayne
?blue up in ya clothes, sweat blow out ya brains?
oh boy, i don’t give a f+ck
i’m comin’ with them toys in that four black trucks
oh boy, i’ll stick ‘ks in ya b+tt
when you see tuff tone, please be ducked
[verse 4]:
oh boy, a missing tooth with this stainless steel, n+gga
off the rip, flip the clip in, it’s even field, n+gga
one hand on the glock, one hand on the wheel, n+gga
takin’ ecstasy pills, breakin’ big bills, n+ggas
pop a bottle, pop a dollar, when i holla at a hoe
drop a dollar if she looking like whoa
oh boy, i’m a boss and a floss off, n+ggas
for the dead presidents, i’ma set it off, n+ggas
you got birds in ya residence? then pay the cost, n+gga
i’m a chedda boy, forever, boy
i like to floss, n+ggas
stainless steel rolex, look like [?], n+gga
tell a b+tch to boss up, cause i’m a boss, n+gga
i drink ’til i throw up, smoke a whole o up
all eyes on us when we roll up
tint and 20+inches on the rover
you a thug, so what?
you know what? i keep a 4+5 and some big bucks
i’m a chedda boy, you not, n+gga, so what?
oh boy, you play p+ssy, then you get f+cked

[verse 5: chedda boy malik]:
small+time, [?] runners, they all mine
the war is on, so when you in sight, i draw 9s
i made shots, kicked down doors, and razed spots
haters and fake hustlers is what made the gauge hot
you get it off my hand, a couple thou’ lied off yo man
you claim to be hard, but, b+tch, you know you soft as sand
ar+15s with beams and thangs
dre, tuff, and lik hop out the range and heat scenes and thangs
y’all come cold, but you know we come with hotter joints
i thought you knew, pbi, we bust with hollow points
they tellin’ me before succeed that you must fail first
you goin’ to heaven, f+ck with me, you gone go through h+ll first
[verse 6: jess james]:
oh boy, is that bird or a plane?
y’all motherf+ckin’ blind, that’s jesse james
you better get the f+ckin’ boy
will come and take that chain
or take that ‘caine
or maybe put a slug to ya brain
oh boy, that n+gga lost his mind
oh boy, i think that come from 15 years on the grind
cause at the age 13, he popped his first 9
put a little b+tch down, went to jail for the first time
oh boy, he been a menace ever since
detroit boys is down, we been winnin’ ever since
and i heard he got connects from here to oakland and arizona
but, d+mn, i heard homicide want him
but it ain’t sh+t to a boss, pay the fines and costs
knowing jesse james, he’ll probably pay the f+ckin’ judge off
oh boy, ain’t nothing like hav+in’ dough, boy
i fall off? i’ma hit a liquor sto’, boy
cause i’m jesse james
dre, tuff, malik, right, boy, we done it again
oh boy

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