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Lil keed – Ooh Ooh Lyrics

Ooh Ooh Lyrics by Headie One

Cook that shit up, Quay
Quay cookin’ this shit the fuck up, man, you know what I’m sayin’?Yeah
Quay, what the fuck you was on when you made this one, uh?

Nigga ballin’ out old school, Charles Barkley
Nigga was in LA, we will discut it
Bring a lot of cash, so I’m snatchin’ off the lot
He got a few cars too, I ain’t hurtin’ nobody
Yeah, I carry big chopper, don’t make me hurt nobody
Talking ’bout your drip, you must ain’t seen Gotit
Nigga pop a pill, get high with Lil Dolly
Yeah, I got too many lil’ bread [?]

Ooh, I just copped Dior shoes
Ooh, nigga pullin’ out, hoe screamin’ “Ooh, ooh”
Speaking ’bout the rawest nigga in the room
And she seen the karats, so she blow it like flute
I just copped Dior shoes, ooh
Nigga pullin’ out, hoe screamin’ “Ooh, ooh”
Speaking ’bout the rawest nigga in the room
And she seen the karats, so she blow it like flute

(Skrrt, skrrt) Whippin’ the Jag’
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Whip out valet
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Whip out and clash (Skrrt)
(Skrrt, skrrt) Show me the bands (Skrr)
(Skrrt, skrrt) Fuck in the Lamb
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Show me the bands
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Wait on his ass
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Think I’ma brag

He get whacked, then he turn to a hashtag (Yeah)
I bought my bitch the new Jag-Jag (Thugger)
If he switch up like the forecast (Woah)
I put a slack on your bad ass (Slatt, slatt)
Louis Vuitton, you with us, trash (Yeah)
The weed that I smoke, it’s a dutch wrap
We get them bricks, do the count cash
Don’t use the dishes or dish rags (Hold on)
I got a (Woah), Molly (Hold on), Amex (What?), let’s split it (Let’s split it)
Break it down the middle, ain’t no cheatin’, ain’t no chiefin’ (Slatt)
I got a (Yeah), Amex (What?), load it (Slatt), with millions (Cash)
Make sure (Yeah), the Amex (What?), get put up for my children

Nigga ballin’ out old school, Charles Barkley
Nigga was in LA, we will discut it
Bring a lot of cash, so I’m snatchin’ off the lot
He got a few cars too, I ain’t hurtin’ nobody
Yeah, I carry big chopper, don’t make me hurt nobody
Talking ’bout your drip, you must ain’t seen Gotit
Nigga pop a pill, get high with Lil Dolly
Yeah, I got too many lil’ bread [?]

Ooh, I just copped Dior shoes
Ooh, nigga pullin’ out, hoe screamin’ “Ooh, ooh”
Speaking ’bout the rawest nigga in the room
And she seen the karats, so she blow it like flute
I just copped Dior shoes, ooh
Nigga pullin’ out, hoe screamin’ “Ooh, ooh”
Speaking ’bout the rawest nigga in the room
And she seen the karats, so she blow it like flute

I’m on meds, I can’t rest
Put a hundred on a tee
Settle for money, nothin’ less (Woo)
We YSL, slatt, y’all rats (Let’s go)
Rockin’ two tone, smashin’ in the ‘Cat (Two tone)
Virgil LV bag got racks (Slatt)
We the future, still thinkin’ ’bout the past (Huh)
Expensive drip, yeah, check the tag (No cap)
I’m gettin’ a back rub, big Jade jewels
Not Ace, but nigga, I’m paid in full (Yeah)
Hottest ever in the street, my K full
We rich niggas, baby, we ain’t chasin’ you (Nah)
Sixteen, I was robbin’ on Craigslist (What?)
Drippin’ hard like a fresh shot of Actavis (Slatt)
Pour it up and I ain’t measure it (Lean)
Murder on my mind on that Melly shit (Woah)
Never had a lifestyle so I treasure it (Yeah)
Quick to pop on that, we ain’t see it, don’t remember it (That’s crazy)
I don’t wanna talk, nigga in a beanie
Yeah, you pop out with a Glock and a Semi
Have my money, still eating at Denny’s
Neck full of drip, still ridin’ in the trenches (Skrrt)
Sweep the block, come through like we cleansers (Brrt)
FN hittin like Scottie Pippen

Nigga ballin’ out old school, Charles Barkley
Nigga was in LA, we will discut it
Bring a lot of cash, so I’m snatchin’ off the lot
He got a few cars too, I ain’t hurtin’ nobody
Yeah, I carry big chopper, don’t make me hurt nobody
Talking ’bout your jewelry, you must ain’t seen Gotit
Nigga pop a pill, get high with Lil Dolly
Yeah, I got too many lil’ bread [?]

Ooh, I just copped Dior shoes
Ooh, nigga pullin’ out, hoe screamin’ “Ooh, ooh”
Speaking ’bout the rawest nigga in the room
And she seen the karats, so she blow it like flute
I just copped Dior shoes, ooh
Ooh, nigga pullin’ out, hoe screamin’ “Ooh, ooh”
Speaking ’bout the rawest nigga in the room
And she seen the karats, so she blow it like flute