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young slo-be - ouweee lyrics

[intro: young slo+be]
(legend made another one, another one)
ayy (it’s the gang)

[verse 1: young slo+be]
pull up on a bad b+tch like, “how you doing?” n+gga
b+tch, i’m piru, aye, i’m a rude n+gga
21, full court press, how you do it, n+gga?
n+gga, pass the pole if you ain’t gon shoot the n+gga
aye, aye, baby, wait your turn
now i’m in a b+tch face like, “b+tch, what you earn?”
twenty, forty, fifties, b+tch, this ain’t enough
baby, i’ma cut you off since you acting tough
oowee, get these n+ggas out the politics
[?] fumble in the field, you known for dropping sh+t
ain’t n0body in your crew known for popping sh+t
look n+gga, i’m in contact with the jailbirds
we know n+ggas slide last ’cause they tell first
yeah, i know you don’t love your homie ’cause thе bail [?]
got a couple packs, i’ma send it through the mail first, mail first, mail first
oowee, gеt these n+ggas out the politics
f+ck the suckers, the feds love us and it’s obvious
i don’t even wanna rap, i’d rather knock a b+tch
here i go talking brazy
look, n+gga, you got some n+ggas that ain’t getting out
why you tripping, n+gga? you got away with your lil skit
i know, i smoke dope so i don’t remember it
ayy (it’s the gang)
oowee, get these, man, i’m gone, n+gga
[verse 2: daboii]
yeah
get ’em then i’m gone, n+gga
on me, nah, for sure, n+gga
n+gga run up on me like he tweaking, i’ma show n+ggas
[?] like the [?], n+gga
my b+tch don’t wear coach, n+gga
and you ain’t gon’ do sh+t with that lil strap but you just boast with it
yeah, we call the opps lols ’cause they jokes, n+gga
boy, don’t bring no extra n+ggas ’round me, them is your n+ggas
which gun i wanna rock today? i eeny, miny, moe with it
n+gga keep saying he gon’ do what? he off coke, n+gga, yeah
keep saying you gon’ do what? why you lying, craig?
b+tch, what i spent on my neck, i could buy a vette
f+ck these lil n+ggas shooting at? n+gga, find a net
let a n+gga speak up on my brother, b+tch, you dying next
yeah, and, b+tch, we coming for your top, we don’t shoot knees
it’s a thousand dollars for a pair of shoes, but they 23s
b+tch couldn’t have the old me or the new me
on facetime with slo with a dub, he like, “oowee,” n+gga

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