Safaree - Oh No lyrics
rate meFt. Philly Swain
(Verse: Safaree)
Man I ain't goin' to court
Beef's a broke nigga sport
She be callin' me daddy
But I won't pay child support
She like that I came from Brooklyn
But right now I'm out in London
Put some shutters on badman, that would bust your head for nothin'
But let me tell ya sumething
Most a-fussing be fronting
Most these niggas make believe
So best believe they be stunting
Man, lemme tel l ya how to do it when I really do it
I'm a really break it down and I'ma show ya how to do it
This a gunman talk and a gunman toe
And a bad bwoy talk and we just touched down
Boning farmer with a light tone
Rich as some say just for show down
Bullet proof vests, if it reflect run!
Pam pam pam until it drop down
Take that money, count this money
Write that shit and take all yo money
No comedy jam and I know ya funny
Go bomb stack fat ass earn this money
Baila la Bamba, Kobe the mamba
But when ya see me I am a monster
I am Jamaican but not a rasta
Pockets so fat where is the pasta?
(Chorus: Philly Swain x2)
Mi a-run shit from the front of the end now
Me a monster blood blunt crack a ______(?)
Pull up to that scene make a queen shed a tear now
Oh no, he a weirdo
(Verse 2: Safaree)
I know that ya fronting, ya know that I'm stunting
What is ya sayin', ya not saying nothing
Came on the block with just me and my cousin
I call him Justin, yeah he be bustin'
Why do ya party and don't celebrate
Ya wasting my time that's why I'm late
Came in a 10, should have been eight
Stopped in the lobby and saw yo wife
She bought her a body, went and bought a Bugatti
Surgery is her hobby, her occupation is top me
Not talkin' Joe but she sloppy
Fixed wit haters so crop me
Ya could follow me to Kickos and ya still couldn't copy
I ain't worry what he say
Got more keys on a key chain
Got yo main chick and side chick
On my dick that's a three-way
Gettin' gwop on the free-way
Ain't get this car off o' Ebay
My phone bill it costs a stack
And ya still rocking a pre-paid
And then I stack that money
Count this money
Write that shit and take all yo money
No comedy jam and I know ya funny
Go bomb stack fat ass earn this money
Baila la Bamba, Kobe the mamba
But when ya see me, yes I'm a monster
I am Jamaican but not a rasta
Pockets so fat where is the pasta?
(Chorus: Philly Swain)
(Bridge: Philly Swain x2)
Oh no, oh no Billie be a 4 door
Me a-see a paparazzi dem a-snapping photos
Me a-take yo chick, we goin' to make a porno
Oh no
(Outro)
Bad man ting, bad man ting
Bad man and a bad man ting
Bad man ting, bad man ting
And a bad man ting
