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An accessory that I bought\nI could turn a semi to fully, put hellas holes in your hoodie\nHella holes in your hoodie, hella holes in your lip\nThese 7-point-6-2s'll eat your whip\nHot-headed, I'll blow a fuse, I'll put out a hit\nGive you and your niggas the blues, I'm with the shit (BIATCH!)\n\nY'all be hella high powered on them socials\nWhen we got face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions (Not close)\nMoney plays, I don't make 'em with emotion\nFocused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean\nOoh, me on ho shit, never\nOoh, big boogers in a bezel\nOoh, real niggas like 'Ooh'\nYou ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God\n\nOn God, I ain't playin' wit' you niggas\nMy side gettin' money with the winners\nYeah, I see what they be doin' but I don't feel 'em\nStars in the ceilin', watchin' for the killin' (What?)\nMurder the scene like I pulled up in an ambulance (Woo)\nNigga, whoever laughs, Silent Gary get the gat\nYou need the gas? Oh damn, let me poot\nCalifornia legend, rest in peace Ron Newt (What?)\nMiss me with that thug talk 'cause I ain't tryna hear\nYou may fool what's in that mirror but that shit ain't in your spirit\nYou may want me on your song, but on my mama, I ain't gon' clear\nWhile I'm ready for that drama, on my mama, I don't fear it\nAsk 40, and the dead homies, and my new Roley\nIt's a bunch of me's everywhere, it's like the game cloned me\nI ain't gon' never ever forget what the game showed me\nSo now I'm back to get everything the game owe me (What?)\n\nY'all be hella high powered on them socials (Hella high)\nFace-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions (Not one)\nMoney plays, I don't make 'em with emotion\nFocused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean\nOoh, me on ho shit, never\nOoh, big boogers in a bezel\nOoh, real niggas like 'Ooh'\nYou ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God\n\nMore hammers than a tool box (Tool box)\nMore poles than the Bass Pro Shop (Pro Shop)\nDon't get scalped with the tomahawk (Tomahawk)\nDon't get your head put on the choppin' block (Choppin' block)\nBe careful who you ridin' with\n'Cause you ride with might be into some shit (In some shit)\nThese bitches'll have you pussy-whipped\nThinkin' wit' ya dick'll get ya hit (Get ya hit)\nI don't trust nobody, you either my friend or foe (Foe)\nI don't even trust my own family no more (More)\nI remember cookin' ki's of candy or blow\nNow I get six figures at these festival shows\nWhen we shootin' dice it's hully gully pee-wee, no catcher (Uh)\nBet I 10 or 4 before I 7-11\nBet you I could sic a bad bitch on a reverend\nBet you if I ran for mayor I'd win the election (BIATCH!)\n\nY'all be hella high powered on them socials\nFace-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions\nMoney plays, I don't make 'em with emotion\nFocused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean\nOoh, me on ho shit, never\nOoh, big boogers in a bezel\nOoh, real niggas like 'Ooh'\nYou ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.17] Y'all be hella high powered on them socials\n[00:02.93] Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions\n[00:05.04] Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion\n[00:07.13] Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean\n[00:10.02] Ooh, me on ho shit, never\n[00:12.39] Ooh, big boogers in a bezel\n[00:14.38] Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh'\n[00:17.14] You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God\n[00:19.35] Not from Buffalo, but I'm playin' with a few Bills\n[00:21.43] My medallion frostbitten, might give a penguin the chills\n[00:23.66] I'm the author and I'm an inventor of this style that you spongin' up\n[00:25.83] Your bitch on my fender, I told her, 'I'm married, don't wanna fuck'\n[00:28.98] I pray to my God like I'm at a mosque\n[00:30.34] On my knees like I'm arrested by the cops\n[00:32.18] Prices go up and down like a see-saw\n[00:34.33] Cameras up in my studio, I could see y'all\n[00:36.49] Flyer than the Blue Angels, more sticks than the glue man got\n[00:39.92] My rifle was stock 'til I modified that bitch with a bump stock\n[00:43.04] (A bump stock?) 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Oh damn, let me poot\n[01:30.94] California legend, rest in peace Ron Newt (What?)\n[01:32.45] Miss me with that thug talk 'cause I ain't tryna hear\n[01:34.44] You may fool what's in that mirror but that shit ain't in your spirit\n[01:36.75] You may want me on your song, but on my mama, I ain't gon' clear\n[01:38.84] While I'm ready for that drama, on my mama, I don't fear it\n[01:41.16] Ask 40, and the dead homies, and my new Roley\n[01:43.82] It's a bunch of me's everywhere, it's like the game cloned me\n[01:46.34] I ain't gon' never ever forget what the game showed me\n[01:49.15] So now I'm back to get everything the game owe me (What?)\n[01:50.94] Y'all be hella high powered on them socials (Hella high)\n[01:53.15] Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions (Not one)\n[01:55.27] Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion\n[01:57.04] Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean\n[01:58.89] Ooh, me on ho shit, never\n[02:01.92] Ooh, big boogers in a bezel\n[02:04.26] Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh'\n[02:06.34] You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God\n[02:08.49] More hammers than a tool box (Tool box)\n[02:10.87] More poles than the Bass Pro Shop (Pro Shop)\n[02:13.05] Don't get scalped with the tomahawk (Tomahawk)\n[02:15.52] Don't get your head put on the choppin' block (Choppin' block)\n[02:17.64] Be careful who you ridin' with\n[02:19.58] 'Cause you ride with might be into some shit (In some shit)\n[02:22.16] These bitches'll have you pussy-whipped\n[02:25.45] Thinkin' wit' ya dick'll get ya hit (Get ya hit)\n[02:27.44] I don't trust nobody, you either my friend or foe (Foe)\n[02:29.33] I don't even trust my own family no more (More)\n[02:31.45] I remember cookin' ki's of candy or blow\n[02:33.52] Now I get six figures at these festival shows\n[02:35.75] When we shootin' dice it's hully gully pee-wee, no catcher (Uh)\n[02:38.35] Bet I 10 or 4 before I 7-11\n[02:40.73] Bet you I could sic a bad bitch on a reverend\n[02:42.85] Bet you if I ran for mayor I'd win the election (BIATCH!)\n[02:45.07] Y'all be hella high powered on them socials\n[02:47.27] Face-to-face, I don't feel all them emotions\n[02:49.82] Money plays, I don't make 'em with emotion\n[02:51.85] Focused, never loafin', enough drip to fill an ocean\n[02:54.38] Ooh, me on ho shit, never\n[02:56.96] Ooh, big boogers in a bezel\n[02:59.21] Ooh, real niggas like 'Ooh'\n[03:01.42] You ain't tryna lose, better follow my moves, on God\n[03:02.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ooh\n  artist: E‐40 feat. 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