Nick London - Oh Yee Lyrics

1, 2 coming in that show direction
none of this is subject of neglection
everything I spit is f*cking wild like no protection,
every time I float, I'm going in like an ejection
stick like an infection,
you ain't get it picked in the election,
me I'm coming up like an erection,
if you got a problem you could see me like reflections
I tell you where to meet me, here's my address and directions,
I know I got them worry and bout the lights the lights upon my songs
I'm calling..I know to kill them, might I lay the log it on attorney
I put it on my life, you're on my life like Eddie Murphy,
ain't no one that could hurt me you could call me boy
I flow so dope it almost feel like you could spoll me boy
but if you ever would,
I thought I f*cking told you I'm a soldier now a soldier boy
the only thing I'm breaking is this coka boy.

Oh yee, now if you love your paper
then you could give a f*ck about a hater, oh yee,
Yee and you make your dough
Oh yee, oh yee, and you could break your home.
Now let me hear you say oh yee,
Come on, I wanna hear you say it,
Oh yee, yee,
now let me hear you say it
oh yee, oh yee, oh yee, oh yee, yee, yee
oh yee, ain't nothing, ain't nothing, oh yee,
What's up, what's up, what's up?

It's sluning I'm coming for all your images,
bossin' no need for managers, they ain't the man I trust
my family is everything and that's enough
better get your ..we bout to blow the gases up,
these obey the pack to dutch
rolling other quarter in the blumping, don't think that's enough
break the fucking mafia, you haters on your deffy duck,
I've been on my bugs and like an info all the guess I touch,
super market bag it up, music..bro
plan no breakin' records to the..
higher from the pass me up,
so dope that you could bag me up,
kickers going crazy over each and every bench I touch
but only gate they ask to cut,
words are made for backing up
you better hold your breath before you bury and they tragic, huh
disappear like magic stunts,
and you're here like whacks and dust
p**sy is a man enough
you woodie my ass is buzz you god, but I'm bad as fuck.

Oh yee, now if you love your paper
then you could give a f*ck about a hater, oh yee,
Yee and you make your dough
Oh yee, oh yee, and you could break your home.
Now let me hear you say oh yee,
Come on, I wanna hear you say it,
Oh yee, yee,
now let me hear you say it
oh yee, oh yee, oh yee, oh yee, yee, yee
oh yee, ain't nothing, ain't nothing, oh yee,
What's up, what's up?
Yee
 

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