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omg! - dj paul lyrics

[intro: yelawolf & dj paul]
young buck, yelawolf, yeah
d*d*dj paul
twhy (you did it, you hear?)

[chorus: yelawolf]
when i come up out the chevrolet — that boom
when i pull up to the club, yeah, i’m gone
when i wanna get high, then i go boom
motherf*cker comin’ out of that cocoon

[verse 1: yelawolf]
sippin’ only a little bit of that firewater
talk like a laundromat, no quarter
sufferin’ succotash, i slaughter
listen up to the wolf, you oughta
wait a minute, you ain’t never been here, huh
you there with the blonde hair
baby lookin’ too fire
had to get a towel to dry, oh, do tell
she drippin’, fashion like all the way trippin’
pеanut b*tter skin, tall like a vixen
gucci bag, all for thе fixin’s
to be so obvious winnin’
i’ma have to go talk to these women
if she keeps gawkin’ and grinnin’
i’ma give her that * like a chicken
ooh, fill in the blanks
i’m a gorilla for real, i’m a gang
i’ma go hard, pull out a card
buy the whole bar and go fill up the tank
ugh, touché
bossed up like a big briefcase
stick toupees
get money the quick way
been paid, get that whip today
out of that parking lot for the stick
and still on the window, three 6
i bump a lot, posted up like highball play
catfish billies on broadway
with a tall thick one, yeah, all day
on these 808s like a crawlsp*ce
in the yadda*gadda, so spark a fatty
me and bucks mopped up the hallway with that trip
[verse 2 * young buck]
i just put the girl to the beat, then squeeze
too hot to freeze, catchin’ up on my sleep
countin’ me out, but i’m like, b*tch please
ain’t no cure for me — i’m a f*ckin’ disease
coke on my nostrils
sellin’ dope to a bunch of impostors
got a glock like pnb rock shoulda had
while i’m sittin’ here eatin’ at roscoe’s
f*ck that, why am i so hostile?
i been lookin at all these impostors
got this little bitty knife that i had to devour wars
cutting out n*ggas popsicles
shoulda died but i kept on breathing, i’m back like b.m.f * second season
all i really just need is a reason, i live, a n*gga bleedin this evening
fat b*tch, but she come with a body count, can’t pay for it though * not that amount
what is that about? i was goin’ in raw, ’till she put out a pause, so i put up my d*ck and ran away
i’m a slum american, got nothin’ but the needles with the heroin
and i’m ridin’ round with a brick in the taiwain, watchin the wa, comin’ back from the maryland
quick days are comin’ up soon, i need me shrooms, my lawyer’s on zoom
i be back in forty*eight hours, while y’all can’t put me in a cold ass home
still sick like a covid patient, got a stick, and i’m on probation
put a pitchfork in a b*tch face like i’m larry hoover for the whole folk nation
let’s go

[outro * yelawolf]
i won’t give up on nothing (drink a lot, drink a lot)
i was born to give them h*ll (smoke a lot, smoke a lot)
i was born to give them h*ll (drink a lot, drink a lot)
i won’t give up on nothing (smoke a lot, smoke a lot)
i won’t give up on nothing
got a body and a sh*ll (drink a lot, drink a lot)
i won’t give up on nothing (smoke a lot, smoke a lot)
i was born to give them h*ll (drink a lot, drink a lot)
i was born to give them h*ll
give them h*ll

- dj paul lyrics

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