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O O P S! Video (MV)




Performed By: Trill $emaj
Length: 1:45
Written by: James Oliver




Trill $emaj - O O P S! Lyrics




Aye you aint bout nuthin you say
I got more drip than a bay
Young Semaj might take yo bae
Might jus go down to the A
My girl so boujee she love to eat steak
I'm back in my bag
Im finna hop in a jag
Walk in da store and I don't check the tags
I grab the check do the digital dash
I do the do the digital dash

Oops!
Oops!
(Aye!)
Pull up wit da gang I'm like oops
I took his main now she wit da whole group
Ion trust shawty so I played er like a flute
I freeze the stu when I hop in da booth
Yeah I got em sick Ian even have the flu
Oops!
Oops!
(Oops!)

I took his chick I'm like oops
Tried to talk down on the gang ion even know you
Yo chains on yo neck looking foo (fasho)
Them diamonds aint real you know thats the truth
Im flexed and dripped out
Had to run up a check and stop running my mouth
You aint bout what you talking about
You just like everybody else ion the crowd
Money comin I remember the drought
I had to keep pushing couldn't throw in the towel
For all y'all that doubted me look at me now
Im so underrated I feel like Chris brown
Tryna take my drip then copy the sound
My money long as mile
Im in the coupe gown wild
These rappers know I'm da best they just in denial oops!

Oops!
Oops!
(Aye!)
Pull up wit da gang I'm like oops
I took his main now she wit da whole group
Ion trust shawty so I played er like a flute
I freeze the stu when I hop in da booth
Yeah I got em sick Ian even have the flu
Oops!
Oops!
(Oops!)
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Aye you aint bout nuthin you say
I got more drip than a bay
Young Semaj might take yo bae
Might jus go down to the A
My girl so boujee she love to eat steak
I'm back in my bag
Im finna hop in a jag
Walk in da store and I don't check the tags
I grab the check do the digital dash
I do the do the digital dash

Oops!
Oops!
(Aye!)
Pull up wit da gang I'm like oops
I took his main now she wit da whole group
Ion trust shawty so I played er like a flute
I freeze the stu when I hop in da booth
Yeah I got em sick Ian even have the flu
Oops!
Oops!
(Oops!)

I took his chick I'm like oops
Tried to talk down on the gang ion even know you
Yo chains on yo neck looking foo (fasho)
Them diamonds aint real you know thats the truth
Im flexed and dripped out
Had to run up a check and stop running my mouth
You aint bout what you talking about
You just like everybody else ion the crowd
Money comin I remember the drought
I had to keep pushing couldn't throw in the towel
For all y'all that doubted me look at me now
Im so underrated I feel like Chris brown
Tryna take my drip then copy the sound
My money long as mile
Im in the coupe gown wild
These rappers know I'm da best they just in denial oops!

Oops!
Oops!
(Aye!)
Pull up wit da gang I'm like oops
I took his main now she wit da whole group
Ion trust shawty so I played er like a flute
I freeze the stu when I hop in da booth
Yeah I got em sick Ian even have the flu
Oops!
Oops!
(Oops!)
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Writer: James Oliver
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