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only1skoota - oowee lyrics

[intro]
purp’s on the beat
woo

[chorus]
purp whipped it up (whoa)
racks in the louis v duffle, ooh-wee
foreign pullin’ up (skrrt, skrrt), yeah
boom, boom, boom, we don’t tussle, ooh-wee
shawty ain’t got no waist, but she got a whole lot of back (yessir)
throw that -ss, throw that -ss back (yessir)
i’ma buss the plastic on the racks, ooh-wee
tailor my jeans extra tight, buss the pockets
b-tch, if it’s smoke, he pop out with the rocket
whole, whole ocean on me, not a faucet
n-ggas ain’t gettin’ no money, need to stop it
ooh-wee
chiropractic, chiropractic, i’ma make the back bend (yessir)
ooh-wee
all the racks, all the racks
yeah, we gettin’ racks in (you hear me?)
ooh-wee

[verse 1]
i’ma jump right in my motion (right in)
bust on her face, wipe it in like lotion, yeah
adderall, 30, i’m floatin’
that b-tch runnin’ around the spot like roaches
push a b-tton, drop the top
start the engine at the same time
these foreigns exotic (whoa, whoa)
we just f-ckin’, i thought i told you , you ain’t mine
get in and get out of it
ooh-wee
too much water on me
say he want a feature, i’m chargin’ a fee
i’m feelin’ like weezy, i eat beats
she got that reeces, i want a piece
too much of this ego and cappin’
play crazy, we applaud, the clip got to clappin’ (yessir)
big rack me, please, i ain’t doin’ no askin’
as soon as i nut, down the lane, yeah, i’m p-ssin’ (yessir)
my dude whippin’ up good chicken (big plate)
i got a fetish for hood b-tches (c’mon)
too much money, we do good business (you hear me)
finger f-ckin’ paper, you bullsh-ttin’ (woo, woo)
ooh, lawdy, d-mn
she buss like a .40, d-mn
i’m feelin’ very important, d-mn
i’m flooded like a toilet, d-mn (woo)

[verse 2]
yachty (yachty) boat (boat)
purp’ (purp’) float (float)
slurp, throat (ooh-wee)
perc’ (ten), whoa
jump out the back of the ‘bach (uh)
i’m walkin’ in with these racks (uh)
if she got braces, i want her
i swear that mouth get wet, they suck d-ck the best (uh)
yeah, no cap (none)
run a mile through the paper, that’s four laps
catch a nut, delete her number, old app
b-tch, you ain’t nothin’ if my partner get no dap
ooh-wee
skoota, why you do them like that?
i can’t help, we loaded, money growin’ like that
b-tch, i’m rollin’, no loud, we tourin’ like that
and i’m bussin’ them down, it’s snowin’ like that
ooh-wee
fetish for lettuce, blue cheese
james chop it, bruce lee
main thotties, group me
time for my captain license, i been coastin’
i got oceans on me
can’t come on this yacht if you ain’t invited
lock them doors on it
yeah, you hear me (ooh)

- only1skoota lyrics

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