Lil' Wayne - Oops (Oh My) lyrics

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Tell you what I did last night

I made love in a bitch wig last night

Them chrome dubs up on the benz fit tight

We stone up the stick ick gimmie light

Laughin on the island nigga livin' right

But I got ta go ta ATL ta N.Y then it's back to the N.O

Don't fuck around I put this mack ta ya rib and blow

It's Weezy Baby and I'm back in this bitch fa sho

I'm packin a 5th and baggin a 4

Kilo package of blow fa 20 it go

In ya tummy where the semmi wud go

And I pull the trigga right after I wisper gimmie ya coke

And I'm charged off myself in this millenium flo

Man I might go to ya girl and tell her gimmie ya throat

Cause a pimp don't give a shit about offendin' a hoe

My hoe's fuck my friends I find no friend in a hoe

And the women a go

Oops oh my

Baby see the whip ain't got no roof we so fly

And the feds ain't got no proof I sold pies

So I do like I do I'm so sqad

Ya see, I tried and I tried to keep goin'

But I'm, so high from the lie I keep blowin'

If I'm, gon ride then it got ta be foreign

Yeah me no supply less than 4 and a half

Quit school went into the draft

I been puttin' numbers up since dat

Been pullin' up in hummas since dat

So check my interrior

So clean, so young, so what, so serious

Weezy do it all

Man I touch all areas

Sports agent CEO

Plus I'm the best at this

I'm a mess at this

But I ain't trippin'

I leave rap to nothin'

Dizzy, I'm to fuckin' busy

17 til I'm finished

Back in this, crack chemist

I murder that witness

What a burner that shit

We probably murder that spinich

But I ain't tryin' ta fuck up me in feds image

They say

Tune oh my

They say the boy so small he got ta poke out

And all my cars own poke outs

Lu Baby call the boys let's have a smoke out

And if we war with the boys we have a shoot out

July 2nd Cash Money puttin' the truth out

I'm bout ta candy and chrome me a Coupe out

I'm so cool gettin' dome when I move out

I have no home

The boy move out

So if you try to find me

Lil Weezy Wee be on that loop rout

How many chickens been ta dudes house

Trick question

Bitches or bricks now keep guessin'

Nigga take a swigga and flip

So keep playin' boy

You fuckin with the Eastland Lords