Young T & Bugsey - Oh Lordy lyrics

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Young T & Bugsey - Oh Lordy lyrics

[Intro: Young T] Hmm, hmm, hmm (Yeah) Hmm, hmm, mmm, yeah Ay, Quincy Tell 'em [Verse 1: Young T] I want the cheese, I want the honey She got the bee, she got the jelly I'm with the G's, I'm in the gully Thumbin' a key, I push a bu*ton GLE, it's nearly a hundred Healthy, I'm blendin', I'm killin' the mornin' Once that item got dropped in a forest Girl I'ma kick it with you 'cause you honest Cartier goggles, I make her gooshie I make it walk, I make her slushi I got the means, I know the money (Ching) Don't make it click, back, run it Do what I say like my momma named me Simon Cleanin' is pretty, I treat you like ramen Give me the pressure, now look at my diamonds Quincy, he load up the beat, now I'm glidin' [Bridge: Bugsey] Yo, five boys in here, man, you already know We came here, we stepped in clean Huncho just came in a spaceship, lookin' clean Yo, Quincy run that, we about do somethin' clean, man That's a new sh*t we say man, we fu*kin' clean in this b*tch, fam We clean (Ah) [Verse 2: Bugsey] I'm eatin' Bami, I'm feelin' the snap on my feet in the trap 'cause I had to retreat She creep, she hop in a cabby I fu*k up the WAP, then I tell her to leave I'm here with my fivers like Adam Levine She bad like Adam and Eve (Adam and Eve) The plug, he won't even sweat it He know 'bout my credit, he front me a key Bussin' the Cartier shapes, beret Forty-one face, the face for me Wetter in person, on make believe AP, two tone, Christmas tree (Christmas tree) I'm gettin' cake hit a little I thrown on my brodie, I'll send you a slice (Send you a slice) How she just came from Helsinki, she threw me some cali' I'm high as a kite (High as a kite) The roley a prezzie, I know that it cost me A plain jane, nothin' to flood it (Ye, ye) I'm on the carpet, I'm moshin', I'm dippin' to shawty She good with her noggin' (Woah) Buss it (Ye), too many bags on shoppin' (Uh-huh) Geneva Boutique, she love it (Huh?) Come with a heart, some cover, cover [Verse 3: M Huncho] Me and Nye talkin' watches, that's what it's come to Went from playin' football, then I just come through bricks Take pride in my attire, you'll know the design Until' I go and I'll mention them Is anybody worth mentionin'? My guys, my fam, the MOB, my gyal The who*es can go, he was in love I got the drop, on all the foe’s that tarnished us Provocatos around the place like furniture (Like furniture) Deny the jewl', I don't give in to curvature (Curvature) I'm onto those, he's onto us So hurtin' us, so hurtin' us The trap is clean, I'm Vinnie Jones The mean machine, got mean machines The drop is clean, these Jordan 4s They match the beam (Oh baby) They made a little cash and went crazy And I made a few damn M's with patience, woah They made a little cash and went crazy And I made a few damn M's with patience, woah And I told the b*tch "su*k slow, su*k slowly" Oh Lordy, steppin' in the ride with the hundred and the forty Oh Lordy, Six-three S, so they can't control me Oh Lordy, fu*kin' on the beat like I'm fu*kin' on my shorty [Outro: Young T, Bugsey] And my new b*tch, on Vouge She a cutie, big booty Hit 'em one time, while you jiggle on the cuban (Glee) Oh Lordy, only this week, I made 'bout forty Oh Lordy, pressin' on the gas, that's five on the horses