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Scorey – Oh Oh Lyrics

Oh-oh, oh-oh
It sound like, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh” (It sound like, uh)
It sound like, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh” (Uh, yeah)
Uh, uh (Ayo Larri, this shi fye)

Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I’m with it
Show me how you rock, I’ll witness
We gon’ throw that live, like clip it
And we caught, Doc Rivers

It sing like, “Oh-woah-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa”
One call away and I’m gon’ blow-woah-oh like, “Oh-woah-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa”
You never know when it’s time to go

Hop out a rented van, blowin’ like a fan, ’til that glizzy jam ’cause it’s hot
He think he got a chance, run him out his pants, stumble ’til he land when he shot
I need a big advance for a lot of bands, if you want my fans in your spot
Whip it, I put my hands in the pot, instruments playin’ jazz with a Glock
It sound like, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh” (Sound like, sound like)
When them shots fire, blowing fifty rounds ’til the opp die
Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign like, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh” (Stop sign like, stop sign like)
Now his block fried, like Billie Jean, she is not mine, let off plenty steam when I pop mines (Pop mines, pop mines)

Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I’m with it
Show me how you rock, I’ll witness
We gon’ throw that live, like clip it
And we caught, Doc Rivers

It sing like, “Oh-woah-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa”
One call away and I’m gon’ blow-woah-oh like, “Oh-woah-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa”
You never know when it’s time to go

Stand over n*****, he tremblin’, fuck it, I might have Lil Twizzy go finish him, uh
Hollow tips eat at his skin, when it hit ’em I’m watching these bullets diminish him, uh
They tired of me, no Michelin, huh
Fire in me, shit boost my adrenaline up
I’m what they trying to be, don’t be crying to me if it’s not for my benefit, uh
I ain’t have no one inspirin’ me, kept an eye on the green, now I’m livin’ it up
I keep that iron with me, gotta ride with the heat when I’m uppin’ it, I’m blickin’, it sung (Blickin’, it sung, blickin’, it sung)
When we hit him it’s tough
How many spit from the glizzy? Enough
I’on show ’em no pity, just fill ’em with slugs

Hair tied, rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with him
Anytime you pop, I’m with it
Show me how you rock, I’ll witness
We gon’ throw that live, like clip it
And we caught, Doc Rivers

It sing like, “Oh-woah-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa”
One call away and I’m gon’ blow-woah-oh like, “Oh-woah-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa”
You never know when it’s time to go (Go, go, go, go)

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