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yukmouth - ooh! ooh! lyrics

ooh! ooh!
you b-tch! (you b-tch!)
i told yo’ -ss that sh-t won’t gone last forever
ooh! ooh!
all them f-ckin gimmicks and bite motherf-ckers
you b-tch!
then i’m slappin n-gg-s into 2000 (yes)
pistol whippin b-tches and n-gg-s (yes)
where my thugs at? where my real b-tches at? (what)
where my real killer n-gg-s at? (what)
one salute

n-gg-s scream!
ooh! ooh!
for all my bad b-tches thats breakin n-gg-s for cheese
b-tches scream
ooh! ooh!
what what, for all my thug n-gg-s that hustle to make cheese
n-gg-s scream
ooh! ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain’t scared to get on their knees
b-tches scream
ooh! ooh!
what, for all my thug n-gg-s and killers who take g’s
feel me
ooh! ooh!

for all my n-gg-s makin they cheese
smashin police with 20’s on your v
drink remy and squeeze
stack plenty of g’s
n-gg-s hustle chicken heads keep pluckin
i’m thuggin, ragin’ model, money and weed over f-ckin
cos ain’t no dressin them hoes
i’m up in lovin them hoes
handcuffin your ho
when i come through i’ll have your b-tch suckin my toes
get f-cked in a rolls drawed out on vt
i’m that n-gg- thats righteous sittin on the couch
with the gold mouth (bling)
rockin platinum sh-t tryna show out
never soldout i was suited everythin from open to makin the apollo shout
yukmouth that n-gg- thugged out
i’m from the city of dope where every block has a drughouse
and a weed spot full of playas
you can catch me at yo’ local la vodago
coppin an ounce of omega
smokin playas on the paper chase (yes, yes)
slang rocks like major waste (yes, yes)
ridin a 99 right through your waist ~ n-gg- ~ what

my n-gg-s scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my bad b-tches that breakin n-gg-s for cheese
b-tches scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my ballin n-gg-s that hustle to make cheese
n-gg-s scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my chicken heads who ain’t scared to get on their knees
b-tches scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my thug n-gg-s and killers who take g’s
feel me
ooh! ooh!

for my n-gg-s who rock a roley on your wrist daily
my hit be power 106 ready
like cowards who knew sh-ts heavy, get ready
for the second comin up that n-gg-s summoned ~ by god
got n-gg-s poppin out they tanks and runnin
take off that f-ckin chain and gunnin
n-gg-s get done in
i’m lettin off that whole magazine on b-tches who want it
got n-gg-s scared like the hun’ert
hide in they 2000 five hun’erts
you better pray to god i’m sluggin
for 4, 5 gunmen
got n-gg-s jumpin out they car leavin them broads just runnin
pimp n-gg-s hide your woman
i’m tellin y’all
i have ’em in the drizzy like the terror squad
menage a trois always share a broad with a broad
this the mob best at large
three tv’s in the car
three cars can run n-gg-s hustle hard
to all my b-tches breakin n-gg-s at the bars
strippin, swingin from poles to get yours

n-gg-s scream!
ooh! ooh!
for all my bad b-tches thats breakin n-gg-s for cheese
b-tches scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my ballin n-gg-s that hustle to make cheese
n-gg-s scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my chicken heads that ain’t scared to get on their knees
b-tches scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my thug n-gg-s and killers who take g’s
feel me
ooh! ooh!

for all my thug n-gg-s and killers
duck-tapin n-gg-s
pistol whip and take his glitter
f-ck them hatin n-gg-s
and b-tches makin figures datin n-gg-s
cristasian dinners pay forget it they know how to break a n-gg-
i got killers on the +pay roll+ plannin to hit me
fedderchini alfredo take a n-gg- to pull like wako
if i say so cos i make mo’ then the average joe
i rock a platinum row (bling)
you rock a fake ol’ ‘sako
got everything in the range ro’
except cable flows fatal
givin it to n-gg-s who softer than play-doh
don’t make no
false moves watch who you talk to
i’ll spark you, off you
make the cops white chalk you
n-gg-s talkin sh-t about yuk is gone cost you
your f-ckin head, your arms, your legs, i’m cuttin off your b-lls too
this is for all you bad b-tches gettin cheese
sittin nickin n-gg-s e’s, hittin weed

n-gg-s scream!
ooh! ooh!
for all my bad b-tches thats breakin n-gg-s for cheese
b-tches scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my ballin n-gg-s that hustle to make cheese
n-gg-s scream
ooh! ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain’t scared to get on their knees
b-tches scream
ooh! ooh!
for all my thug n-gg-s and killers who take g’s
feel me
ooh! ooh!
[fades out]

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