Oh Lordy Lyrics by Young T & Bugsey (feat. M Huncho)
Hmm, hmm, hmm (Yeah)
Hmm, hmm, mmm, yeah
Ay, Quincy Tell ’em
I want the cheese, I want the honey
She got the bee, she got the jelly
I’m with the G’s, I’m in the gully
Thumbin’ a key, I push a button
GLE, it’s nearly a hundred
Healthy, I’m blendin’, I’m killin’ the mornin’
Once that item got dropped in a forest
Girl I’ma kick it with you ’cause you honest
Cartier goggles, I make her gooshie
I make it walk, I make her slushi
I got the means, I know the money (Ching)
Don’t make it click, back, run it
Do what I say like my momma named me Simon
Cleanin’ is pretty, I treat you like ramen
Give me the pressure, now look at my diamonds
Quincy, he load up the beat, now I’m glidin’
Yo, five boys in here, man, you already know
We came here, we stepped in clean
Huncho just came in a spaceship, lookin’ clean
Yo, Quincy run that, we about do somethin’ clean, man
That’s a new shit we say man, we fuckin’ clean in this bitch, fam
We clean (Ah)
I’m eating Bami, I’m feelin’ the snap on my feet in the trap ’cause I had to retreat
She creep, she hop in a cabby
I fuck up the WAP, then I tell her to leave
I’m here with my fivers like Adam Levine
She bad like Adam and Eve (Adam and Eve)
The plug, he won’t even sweat it
He know ’bout my credit, he front me a key
Bussin’ the Cartier shapes, beret
Forty-one face, the face for me
Wetter in person, on make believe
AP, 2 tone, Christmas tree (Christmas tree)
I’m gettin’ cake hit a little I thrown on my brodie, I’ll send you a slice (Send you a slice)
How she just came from Helsinki, she threw me some cali’
I’m high as a kite (High as a kite)
The roley a prezzie, I know that it cost me
A plain jane, nothin’ to flood it (Ye, ye)
I’m on the carpet, I’m moshin’, I’m dippin’ to shawty
She good with her noggin’ (Woah)
Buss it (Ye), too many bags on shoppin’ (Uh-huh)
Geneva Boutique, she love it
Come with a heart, some cover, cover
Me and Nye talkin’ watches, that’s what it’s come to
Went from playin’ football, then I just come through bricks
Take pride in my attire, you’ll know the design
Until’ I go and I’ll mention them
Is anybody worth mentioning?
My guys, my fam, the MOB, my gyal
The whores can go, he was in love
I got the drop, on all the foe’s that tarnished us
Provocatos around the place like furniture (Like furniture)
Deny the jewl’, I don’t give in to curvature (Curvature)
I’m onto those, he’s onto us
So hurtin’ us, so hurtin’ us
The trap is clean, I’m Vinnie Jones
The mean machine, got mean machines
The drop is clean, these Jordan 4s
They match the beam (Oh baby)
They made a little cash and went crazy
And I made a few damn M’s with patience, woah
They made a little cash and went crazy
And I made a few damn M’s with patience, woah
And I told the bitch “Suck slow, suck slowly”
Oh Lordy, steppin’ in the ride with the hundred and the forty
Oh Lordy, Six-three S, so they can’t control me
Oh Lordy, fuckin’ on the beat like I’m fuckin’ on my shorty
And my new bitch, on Vouge
She a cutie, big booty
Hit ’em one time, while you jiggle on the cuban (Glee)
Oh Lordy, only this week, I made ’bout forty
Oh Lordy, pressin’ on the gas, that’s five on the horses
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