Pusha T Lyrics - Ooh lyrics

Ooh lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Verse One- Hodgy Beats]
Prometh flow for the slow sippers
And if you on your paper chasing, Ima roll with ya
About an onion, it odors a bag of Funyuns
Bitches packaging dozens, fuck em until they malfunction
I laugh my ass off, taking shots like a gunman
I dont hunt game, muthafucker, I hunt men
Take em to the back of my pick-up truck to rot them
Kill a f-ckin superhero, I watch the Watchmen
Im a super-negro, my watch the rocks in
My Glock thats cocked, loaded, and ready to lock in
Whos sending niggas to the dirt? Ostriches
Captain holding them captive fucking hostages
Create carnage from cartridges, eating the heart of pigs
To murder, homicides a part to live with that
Grab your Teflon, ammunition, and your gat
Unless you wanna get shitted on like porn scat

[Hook- Pusha T]
Oooh, you aint sayin nada
Guns drawn, niggas scream opera
38 snub or the chopper
Middle finger goes to the coppers
You better hope th e Lord is your doctor
Like, oooh, you aint sayin nada
Guns drawn, niggas scream, opera
38 snub or the chopper
Middle finger goes to the coppers
You better hope the Lord is your doctor
Like, oooh

[Verse 2 – Pusha T and (Liva Don)]
Hey Hodgy, hey Tyler, dont mind us
(We kill em all, 50 shots, fuck kindness
In all black Versace dressed in the finest)
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We sell it all, even the drugs are designers
Gangsta bitches, Red Monkeys for the ecstasy
(Fuck it, take em all, overdose the recipe
Let them hoes show they true colors) crew lovers
Passed around like a cold (Its a zoo of us)
Two brothers, add two others just the news of it
Make the net crash, the ultimate Who done it?
(And who knew Sarah Palin with the sniff type daughter knocked up
But she was knocking down Glen Rice)
Been nice since the Wolf Gang was baby pups
(Golf Wang full grown, now they crazy fucks)
Add two dope boys known for taping up
(Kick in the door, now the world aint safe enough)

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Tyler the Creator]
Spit bars, this hard, teen sixteen bars
Im fucking the game when its vagina got my dick scarred
Um, sure its Preme button up floral
Stack of money, dark shades, looking like a fucking tourist
Or its the Tourettes that my fucking neck have
Im like a average nigga in the 20s of the 18s
And Im not even 20, dropped a classic at my 18
A crazy motherfucker, maybe I should be my stepdad (Come here son)
The wolves finally reconcile
At Interscope office with a bunch of fucking pedophiles
While mouth watering, this shit is sick and fucking vile
Trying to fuck my destiny, they couldnt find another child
Child