T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Oh Yeah Lyrics

Oh Yeah by T-Pain & Lil Wayne
Album : T-Wayne
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip Hop

Been drankin’ a little bit
What you wanna say girl? (Oh yeah)
What you gon’ say girl? (Oh yeah)
Gon’ and tell the room girl (Oh yeah)

They call me M.C. Boombox
‘Cause when I got a bitch I just boom box
Send her home with no shoes and 2 socks
Keep the shit real like The Boondocks (Oh yeah)
So call me Teddy McGruder (Oh yeah)
If her nigga act up then I’ma let out the Ruger (Oh yeah)
I done ripped this bitch up, call me Freddy the Kreuger (Oh yeah)
She won’t go to sleep, she stay up watchin’ me on computers
Damn, she infatuated
Fell in love with my swag and how fast I ate it
But it’s not out of the norm when I bring the dick storm
All these bitches be so fascinated and they say (Oh yeah)
Yeah bitch what you tryna say? (Oh yeah)
What I had you sayin’ all day? (Oh yeah)
I got a bitch from New Orleans she said (Aww Yay)
Yeah bitch I know, that’s what they all say

● T-Pain & Lil Wayne – T-Wayne (Album Tracklist)
1. He Rap He Sang
2. Listen To Me
4. Waist Of A Wasp
5. Oh Yeah
6. Breathe
7. Snap Ya Fangas
8. Heavy Chevy

○ Listen to “T-Pain & Lil Wayne” Songs

● “Got Money  ”

[ Quotable ]
Now I was bouncing through the club
She love the way I diddy-bop
I see her boyfriend hatin’ like a city cop
Now I ain’t never been a chicken but my fifty cocked
Say I ain’t never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at? I’m tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it, now what are you about?
DJ showin love he say my name when the music stop
“Young Money, Lil Wayne” then the music drop

● “Can’t Believe  ”

[ Quotable ]
I could put you in the condo
All the way up in Toronto
Baby put you in the fur coat
Riding the Murciélago
I put you in the beach house
Right on the edge of Costa Rica
Put one of em lil’ flowers in your hair
Have you looking like a fly mamacita, fuego
Cause you look so good
You make me wanna spend it all on you
Get up out this club
Slide with your boy

● “Welcome To My Hood  ”

[ Quotable ]
Back from hell, cell 23
Tell the warden kiss my ass, pockets on Monique
Bitch I’m from the murder capital, ho, I’m far from practical
Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch,I’m red hot
I don’t see nobody, see no body like a head shot
All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out

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