Young M.A - OOOUUU (Freestyle) lyrics

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Young M.A - OOOUUU (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] They just called a n***a out of retirement I'm a product of my environment All I heard was gunshots and sirens All I heard was gunshots and sirens Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu [Verse 1] Fresh up off a tour, I'm in grind mode Walk in new Chanels, where you find those? And I can count a million with my eyes closed And quit postin that b**h n***a to my hoes n***as own they j**elry and they lease it n***as getting too high, they out here tweaking And I still get head from a chubby chick And every now and then I hit an ugly b**h [Hook] Ooouuu, Ooouuu I just keep this sh** real, uh And I still get head from a chubby chick And every now and then I hit an ugly b**h [Verse 2] Spent 250 out in Paris That's your b**h? I hope you don't get married Don't ask me but I know why We just flew your b**h out to Dubai Not just me but the squad though On the real, your b**h be going hard though, Ooouuu Young millionaires, that's the squad goes And we ain't into rumors or who start those, Ooouuu And yo Youngsta, where them choppers at? Since everybody beefing on the internet We gon' go shoot up the Apple store So we don't gotta see the beef no more, Ooouuu We just got a seven, that's a chopper I got a number of k**ers on the roster I got a number of dealers in the family And I'ma catch a body 'fore a Grammy [Hook] Ooouuu, Ooouuu Faker, faker, faker I got a number of dealers in the family And I'ma catch a body 'fore a Grammy [Verse 3] He be on his cycle, he a ho for real He just out here rapping, touched no dope for real Why would I beef with one of you locals, I got global sk**s The ones that listen to me don't even know you steal I'm from the trap but I be with Ye and Jay now I might drop my album any day now Feds might come and get me any day now But I'm prepared mentally to go and lay it down, Ooouuu I'm a hater cause I hate these rappers Faker than a gold candy wrapper But you be rapping, no I don't yo I just talk for n***as in the ghetto 100,000 in my school house n***as had it rough, I had a smooth draft And every time they dropped, I broke the shoes out I ain't doing no more joints, I brought the Loubs out [Hook] Ooouuu, Ooouuu, aye [Verse 4] I went platinum with no features Whole team mean it ain't no leaches And you ain't in the game, you in the bleachers You cheering for a n***a, where your pom-poms? LA Reid gave me that check and I went dumb-dumb Went and signed a lot of gangsters where I'm from-from Oh, I got these haters sick, where your Tum-Tums If he ain't talking money, he ain't saying nothing [Outro] Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu Beep, beep, beep, beep I am