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giogio (rap) - ooh! lyrics

[intro]
uh, yeah

[verse 1]
came out the womb in a smoking
blunt and open, duck, i spray all these roaches
with a ray of alien forces, yuck
i got a lane in which i’m swervin’
everything fell apart, i’m both the roots and agent orange
we’re not the same, flip the coin, look, falling tokens
she swear they’re real, so i call her jenny lopez
one hit, i disappear, hocus pocus
left a note with my whole list of hoes i’ve done opened
girls avoid me like i’m covid, so i’m lonеly, watch it like a rollie
i’m stoned, shе wanna roll me, she’s medusa
and trust me, the drapes match the carpet
she gets me rock hard and i love it, b+tch
hugh jackman, got the steel in my hand
wanna meet with kanye just to steal his stems
tell the best producers to seal the usbs of their macs
d+mn, i really came to beat you all again
[chorus]
and all them b+tches screamin’: “ooh!”
then i leave ’em all alone
i’m just that motherf+cking cold
d+mn, i really am a piece sh+t after all, like what the f+ck
like, d+mn, i’m f+cked up, like, who the f+ck does that, like
why am i like this?
ehh, f+ck

[verse 2]
smooth piece of sh+t, only lifts i get are the ones to hide my wrinkles
my lips, your lips, like to keep it super simple
she’s a switch, she even got the links, so
she’s slower than the others and a couple more years old
her conversations on loop like a ditto
my fault to score a girl with a free throw
foul shots to these rappers remindin’ ’em who i am
prosopagnosia and dementia f+ckin’ with me again
mind is blank, long shot but with these hooks i’ll hit the bank
like meek i’ma make a mil, my friend, i don’t even need a plan
groupie b+tches ask me for a pic for their instagram
so be prepared, i don’t need to shine for the grand hotel
ask my ex to f+ck herself, if she say she in the red
how the h+ll did i manage to get with a ginger and miss her?
d+mn
[chorus]
and all them b+tches screamin’: “ooh!”
then i leave ’em all alone
i’m just that motherf+cking cold
d+mn, i really am a piece sh+t after all, like what the f+ck
like, d+mn, i’m f+cked up, like, who the f+ck does that, like
why am i like this?
ehh, f+ck

[outro]
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

- giogio rap lyrics

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