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  • Young M.A – OOOUUU lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yo bro, I think I had too much Hennessy man
    This Hennessy getting to me
    I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
    I’m a little drizz
    But we in the club man, OOOUUU

    [Verse]
    Yea they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
    And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
    Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco (yeah I’m loco)
    The loud got me moving slow-mo
    Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (where the hoes bro)
    Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (where the hoes tho)
    That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
    It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? (you don’t know ho)
    We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
    Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no (that’s a no-no)
    All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
    I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code (that’s the bro code)
    Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow (that’s a low blow)
    Damn she make me weak when she deep throat (when she deep throat)
    I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
    They be on that hate shit, I peep tho (yo I peep tho)
    My brother told me fuck em’, get that money sis (go fuck em’)
    You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit (aha)
    Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
    Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips
    And we go zero to a hundred quick (ooouuu)
    We just them niggas you ain’t fucking with (oh no)
    Pockets on a chubby chick (ah)
    And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooouuu)
    Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
    Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
    Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
    Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
    If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
    Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
    Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
    You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
    I don’t open doors for a whore
    I just want the neck, nothin’ more
    Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
    When you tired of your man, give me a call
    Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
    Next minute calling for the law
    This nine will have them calling for the lord
    They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
    I could never lose, what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock, man of course
    They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
    These haters on my body shake em’ off
    Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
    I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
    I just caught a body, Randy Moss (R.I.P.)
    Now this year I’m really going off

    [Outro]
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body shake em’ off
    I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
    I could never lose what you thought?
    This henny got me, it got me sauced
    This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
    I could never lose what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock man of course
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu


  • 50 Cent Feat. Young M.A – Ooouuu (Remix) Lyrics

    (Intro – Young M.A. & 50 Cent)
    Yo bro
    What’s up?
    I think I had too much Hennessy, man
    I’m f**king with that Effen
    This Hennessy getting to me
    I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
    Who that? They with us?
    I’m a little drizz
    Let em in, let em 50
    But we in the club, man, OOOUUU

    (Verse 1 – 50 Cent)
    I let my young ni**as drill like power tools
    Power on every week, I make power moves
    Talk what? I come through with all kinds of juice
    Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews
    Got your bi**h telling me to go slow
    She bouncing on the stick like a pogo
    She went below the belt, that’s a low-blow
    Then tried to take a selfie, that’s a no-no
    Ni**as be hating on the low though, I see em
    See me in the Coupe or that four-door, yeah
    You say you the plug, where the dough go? dough go
    We throw that at them hoes in the go-go
    50 back on that bulls**t
    You cool with my opps, we ain’t cool, bi**h
    You got to watch how you do s**t
    That’s just not how real ni**as do s**t

    (Chorus – Young M.A)
    Ooouuu, ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake em off

    (Verse 2 – Young M.A)
    Yea they hate but they broke though, they broke though
    And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
    Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco, yeah I’m loco
    The loud got me moving slow-mo
    Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? Where the hoes bro
    Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? Where the hoes tho
    That other ni**a, he a bozo, he a bozo
    It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? You don’t know ho
    We got liquor by the boatload, that Henny
    Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no, that’s a no-no
    All my ni**as dressed in that rojo, Redlyfe
    I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code, that’s the bro code
    Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow, that’s a low blow
    Damn she make me weak when she deep throat, when she deep throat
    I need a rich bi**h not a cheap ho, not a cheap ho
    They be on that hate s**t, I peep tho, yo I peep tho
    My brother told me f**k em, get that money sis, go f**k em
    You just keep on grinding on ya hungry s**t aha
    Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny s**t, ignore the funny s**t
    Cause if a ni**a violate, we got a hunnit clips
    And we go zero to a hundred quick, ooouuu
    We just them ni**as you ain’t f**king with, oh no
    Pockets on a chubby chick ah
    And still go bag a thottie in some bummy s**t (ooouuu)
    Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
    Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
    Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
    Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
    If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
    Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
    Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
    You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
    I don’t open doors for a whore
    I just want the neck, nothing more
    Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
    When you tired of your man, give me a call
    Dyke bi**hes talking out they jaw
    Next minute calling for the law
    This nine will have them calling for the lord
    They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
    I could never lose, what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock, man of course
    They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
    These haters on my body shake em off
    Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
    I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
    I just caught a body, Randy Moss R.I.P.
    Now this year I’m really going off

    (Outro – Young M.A.)
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake em off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body shake em off
    I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
    I could never lose what you thought?
    This henny got me, it got me sauced
    This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
    I could never lose what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock man of course
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu


  • 50 Cent – Ooouuu (Remix) letras

    [Intro: Young M.A. & 50 Cent]
    Yo bro
    What’s up?
    I think I had too much Hennessy, man
    I’m fucking with that Effen
    This Hennessy getting to me
    I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
    Who that? They with us?
    I’m a little drizz
    Let ’em in, let ’em – 50
    But we in the club, man, OOOUUU

    [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
    I let my young niggas drill like power tools
    Power on every week, I make power moves
    Talk what? I come through with all kinds of juice
    Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews
    Got your bitch telling me to go slow
    She bouncing on the stick like a pogo
    She went below the belt, that’s a low-blow
    Then tried to take a selfie, that’s a no-no
    Niggas be hating on the low though (I see ’em)
    See me in the Coupe or that four-door (yeah)
    You say you the plug, where the dough go? (dough go)
    We throw that at them hoes in the go-go
    50 back on that bullshit
    You cool with my opps, we ain’t cool, bitch
    You got to watch how you do shit
    That’s just not how real niggas do shit
    [Hook: Young M.A]
    Ooouuu, ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake ’em off

    [Verse 2: Young M.A]
    Yea they hate but they broke though (they broke though)
    And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
    Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco (yeah I’m loco)
    The loud got me moving slow-mo
    Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (where the hoes bro)
    Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (where the hoes tho)
    That other nigga, he a bozo (he a bozo)
    It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? (you don’t know ho)
    We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny)
    Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no (that’s a no-no)
    All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
    I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code (that’s the bro code)
    Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow (that’s a low blow)
    Damn she make me weak when she deep throat (when she deep throat)
    I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho)
    They be on that hate shit, I peep tho (yo I peep tho)
    My brother told me fuck em’, get that money sis (go fuck em’)
    You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit (aha)
    Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit (ignore the funny shit)
    Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips
    And we go zero to a hundred quick (ooouuu)
    We just them niggas you ain’t fucking with (oh no)
    Pockets on a chubby chick (ah)
    And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit (ooouuu)
    Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
    Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
    Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
    Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
    If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
    Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
    Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
    You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
    I don’t open doors for a whore
    I just want the neck, nothin’ more
    Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
    When you tired of your man, give me a call
    Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
    Next minute calling for the law
    This nine will have them calling for the lord
    They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
    I could never lose, what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock, man of course
    They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
    These haters on my body shake em’ off
    Pussy I’m a bully and a boss
    I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
    I just caught a body, Randy Moss (R.I.P.)
    Now this year I’m really going off

    [Outro: Young M.A.]
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body, shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu
    These haters on my body shake em’ off
    I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
    I could never lose what you thought?
    This henny got me, it got me sauced
    This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
    I could never lose what you thought?
    M.A got it on lock man of course
    Ooouuu
    Ooouuu