Bob Waist - oh my god! Lyrics

Two hoes, white and black, like a Zebra, oh my god
Changing colors, changing shapes, like amoeba, oh my god
She in love, let me smash, she a Libra, oh my god
Hit her back when I love her, when I need her, oh my god
In those vintage polo shorts, hit this hard and I'ma go, ay
Gucci denim jacket, smoking swishers, you a crackhead
Bitch, I ball like Armond Hill, countin' hunnid dollar bills, ay
Ladies in the swimming pool, keep that thing for real
I'ma keep that thing a buck, homie, why you actin' tough, homie
Did it on my own, now they blowin' up my phone, homie
I've been away for two weeks, that just feel like too long, homie
Need to let you know, yeah, need to let you know, homie
I've been in my bag, like I'm best up in my city, though
F*ck being best up in my city, I'm hottest up in my state, you know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hottest in my state you know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hottest in my state you know, yeah, yeah, yeah

Kevin let's drop this, this shit hard