Ou, ou
I just might f*ck on your boo
Ou, ou
I just spit fire in the booth
Ou, ou
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Next, next
Got your bitch all on my neck
Act, act
I sip a lot of the act
Tec, tec
I shoot a lot up my tec
I got a lot on my neck
I f*ck a bitch in her neck
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou
(I just might f*ck on your boo, I just spit fire in the booth)
Ou, ou, next, next
(Got your bitch all on my neck, I sip a lot of the act)
Ou, ou, tec, tec
(I shoot a lot up my tec, I got a lot on my neck)
Ou, ou, yeah, yeah
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Breathe, breathe, breathe breathe
Smoke coming fresher than air
Smell linger all in my hair
I don't like going nowhere
I cave inside I'm a bear
They gonna hear us upstairs yeah
They goin' off like a flare
I don't like listening to bitches that tell me stop
And be saying I'm sipping way to much
F*ck em never give it up
Go and get another cup
Write my name across the top
Know they asking for a drop
Never drop top, rocking what I got
Realer feeling in my gut
Hate the feeling in my gut
What, Do I do
To prove, you can't lose
Nobody realer than you than you
This is what haters gon' do
Trust me I been through it too
Being The elephant in the room's cool
But, I know that you ain't gon listen
I open my box and my boys rollin swishers
I love to get high but I hate when I'm missing
I look to the sky and I pray like I'm Christian
Hoping one day it turns different
Then one day it turned different
But all I'm feelin is the distance
Yeah, everything's so distant
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
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Ou, ou
I just might f*ck on your boo
Ou, ou
I just spit fire in the booth
Ou, ou
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Next, next
Got your bitch all on my neck
Act, act
I sip a lot of the act
Tec, tec
I shoot a lot up my tec
I got a lot on my neck
I f*ck a bitch in her neck
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou
(I just might f*ck on your boo, I just spit fire in the booth)
Ou, ou, next, next
(Got your bitch all on my neck, I sip a lot of the act)
Ou, ou, tec, tec
(I shoot a lot up my tec, I got a lot on my neck)
Ou, ou, yeah, yeah
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Breathe, breathe, breathe breathe
Smoke coming fresher than air
Smell linger all in my hair
I don't like going nowhere
I cave inside I'm a bear
They gonna hear us upstairs yeah
They goin' off like a flare
I don't like listening to bitches that tell me stop
And be saying I'm sipping way to much
F*ck em never give it up
Go and get another cup
Write my name across the top
Know they asking for a drop
Never drop top, rocking what I got
Realer feeling in my gut
Hate the feeling in my gut
What, Do I do
To prove, you can't lose
Nobody realer than you than you
This is what haters gon' do
Trust me I been through it too
Being The elephant in the room's cool
But, I know that you ain't gon listen
I open my box and my boys rollin swishers
I love to get high but I hate when I'm missing
I look to the sky and I pray like I'm Christian
Hoping one day it turns different
Then one day it turned different
But all I'm feelin is the distance
Yeah, everything's so distant
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
Ou, ou
I just spit fire in the booth
Ou, ou
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Next, next
Got your bitch all on my neck
Act, act
I sip a lot of the act
Tec, tec
I shoot a lot up my tec
I got a lot on my neck
I f*ck a bitch in her neck
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou
(I just might f*ck on your boo, I just spit fire in the booth)
Ou, ou, next, next
(Got your bitch all on my neck, I sip a lot of the act)
Ou, ou, tec, tec
(I shoot a lot up my tec, I got a lot on my neck)
Ou, ou, yeah, yeah
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Breathe, breathe, breathe breathe
Smoke coming fresher than air
Smell linger all in my hair
I don't like going nowhere
I cave inside I'm a bear
They gonna hear us upstairs yeah
They goin' off like a flare
I don't like listening to bitches that tell me stop
And be saying I'm sipping way to much
F*ck em never give it up
Go and get another cup
Write my name across the top
Know they asking for a drop
Never drop top, rocking what I got
Realer feeling in my gut
Hate the feeling in my gut
What, Do I do
To prove, you can't lose
Nobody realer than you than you
This is what haters gon' do
Trust me I been through it too
Being The elephant in the room's cool
But, I know that you ain't gon listen
I open my box and my boys rollin swishers
I love to get high but I hate when I'm missing
I look to the sky and I pray like I'm Christian
Hoping one day it turns different
Then one day it turned different
But all I'm feelin is the distance
Yeah, everything's so distant
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
I just might f*ck on your boo
I just spit fire in the booth
Yeah I just take up the room
I f*ck the bride and the groom
I only swing to the tune
Got your bitch all on my neck
I sip a lot of the act
I shoot a lot up my tec
Ou, ou, ou, ou (yeah, yeah)
Ou, ou, ou, ou (aye, yeah)
Writer: Reid Curry, Liam Raycroft
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid