Lil Darkie – OOH YEAH Lyrics
Artist: Lil Darkie
Song: OOH YEAH
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What the f#ck, you got tags on yo’ pillow fo’?
Smokin’ Woods, mo’
When I be in the mental, danger imminent
Road Ranger dissenin’, this is just the
Get to listenin’ to what the f#ck we gotta say [We gotta say
Duckin’ cops, f#ck ’em! I ain’t wanna pay
Gotta play, if you want returns then put designs upon your earn
You gotta say my name, increase my earnings
Burnin’, the way the whip is turnin’
Bro, we dodgin’ your checkpoints, rockin’ the set, boys
Please be direct, noise is prominent and condiments is necessary
Indian, my chest is hairy
Legendary kid, that’s why the best is buried
Western are’
Set in sun, trippin’ about gettin’ guns
Spittin’ just to best the pawns
Uh
Burnt bank to Long Beach, smokin’ the long leaf
We out in Cali, rollin’ up our Omnitrix on me
Two b#tches, they want me, gotta pull out the ‘Tommy
Left the crib lookin’ fresh, feelin’ like a tamale
And everybody rappin’ like they got a pistol, though
Bring it to the mic and go ballistic, never miss a hoe
You don’t got permission, why you dissin’ all my n#gg#s, yo?
Pull up on a mission, hit up Dillinger and with that, go
I’m in the motherf#ckin’ Stolo, pass the light
We on the hillside puffin’ out smoke
Passin’ all my brothers lung damage
Miles away, my mother must manage, I ain’t gonna come back
And whatever happens might be in my favor
I’m a slave night-type deal, and I want the color for my picture
Wait, in the light, lady in the white prayin’
Stay sittin’ safe, maybe it’s a taste? Wait
I’ma shed my skin tonight, I am so far from home
Take ya, take ya, take ya, take ya, take, take
Take your #ss the f#ck outside, I’d rather be ignored
Ooh, yeah
They’re not ready for this crazy young G sh#t
They’ll never be ready, for this west coast sh#t
Is gonna make you act right
What the f#ck you got tags on yo’ pillow fo’?
Smokin’ Woods, mo’
When I be in the mental, danger imminent
Road Ranger dissenin’, this is just the
Get to listenin’ to what the f#ck we gotta say [We gotta say
Duckin’ cops, f#ck ’em! I ain’t wanna pay
Gotta play, if you want returns then put designs upon your earn
You gotta say my name, increase my earnings
Burnin’, the way the whip is turnin’
Bro, we dodgin’ your checkpoints, rockin’ the set, boys
Please be direct, noise is prominent and condiments is necessary
Indian, my chest is hairy
Legendary kid, that’s why the best is buried
Western are’
Set in sun, trippin’ about gettin’ guns
Spittin’ just to best the pawns
Uh
Burnt bank to Long Beach, smokin’ the long leaf
We out in Cali, rollin’ up our Omnitrix on me
Two b#tches, they want me, gotta pull out the ‘Tommy
Left the crib lookin’ fresh, feelin’ like a tamale
And everybody rappin’ like they got a pistol, though
Bring it to the mic and go ballistic, never miss a hoe
You don’t got permission, why you dissin’ all my n#gg#s, yo?
Pull up on a mission, hit up Dillinger and with that, go
I’m in the motherf#ckin’ Stolo, pass the light
We on the hillside puffin’ out smoke
Passin’ all my brothers lung damage
Miles away, my mother must manage, I ain’t gonna come back
And whatever happens might be in my favor
I’m a slave night-type deal, and I want the color for my picture
Wait, in the light, lady in the white prayin’
Stay sittin’ safe, maybe it’s a taste? Wait
I’ma shed my skin tonight, I am so far from home
Take ya, take ya, take ya, take ya, take, take
Take your #ss the f#ck outside, I’d rather be ignored
Ooh, yeah
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Release Year: 2019