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reem da illist - ooouuu (remix) lyrics

yo, yo
momma, caisson at it again

[verse 1 – reem da illist:]

me and my homie mair got no time for hoes
they come to front door, we slam the door
and they talking like they the only ones that want me
you must be outta your stupid mind, that’s so crazy
got the green looking like tylenol
my girlfriend was better, wit’ flaws and all
chick-ching, that’s another hit, i’m coming back
forget yall that couldn’t rap, yall hatters wack
stop blowing up my phone wit’ these texts
that’s why i left you, cuz you was reckless
you just mad that you can’t get me
but your girlfriend got a piece of me last week
why you always lying to my face
now your drying up like tape
i wish that you luck, you’ll find another
and i’ll make another song of you, another
she wildin’ wildin’, she do her thang thang
became infatuated with your look, you so amazing
running off wit’ people you don’t know
and now i’m bout’ to flow, and get on the flo
settling things strictly for ex’s
i gave her some love, and that was it
bout’ to put mair on the track
he bout’ to set things straight and throw it back
uh
flow

[verse 2 – night mair:]

people kiling people that’s a no no
people k!lling talking bout’ my freaking bro bro
started from the top but not the low low, (yeah)
talking bout’ that cr-p, i’m about to go low
talking bout’ that snap pack, don’t know nothing bout’ that cap
but don’t hit from that rack, a n-gga talking bout’ that trap
they don’t nothing bout’ that cr-p
they don’t nothing bout’ my rap
talking bout’ the fools, n-gga talking bout’ my fool kids
shoot em wit’ my pistol, can’t do sh-t about me
these clowns talking sh-t, imma shoot em wit’ my pistol
talking bout’ the fools, n-gga talking bout’ the fool kids
clowns is a f-cking kid, they are a f-cking joke

uh, yeah
she jealous, she wildin’ wildin’
ooouuu
haha

- reem da illist lyrics

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