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ooouuuvie (whoopty freestyle) - young m.a lyrics

[intro]
all this what we doin’
red life
i told em, haha
ooouuuvie
(pxcoyo k!lled this beat, b*tch) uh

[verse 1]
it’s a ooouuuvie
i keep the sticks like sushi, b*tch in the two*seat’
she bougie
she say, “you gotta pay for the coochie” (huh?)
told her, “uh*uh, mama, nah, nah, nah, nah
if you free then you free”
yeah, i’m a dog but i f*ck on two feet
soon as you cum then you leave (get outta here)
keep two guns on me (grr)
i call ’em my mood swings (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
i just copped two rings, she like “what’s that on your neck?”
i’m like, “oh that’s a pool king”
my mind ain’t right, i know i got loose screws
that’s why i keep me a toolie (grr, pow)
told n*ggas, “ready or not, here i come”
that’s word to the fugees (ooh)
sorry for the wait, when i drop this tape
i swear it’s like serving ’em a blue dream (uh*huh)
red life sh*t but my bloodie he crip
when he drip, you can see how that blue bleed
i ain’t claiming that b*tch, heard she a thot
heard shorty played with few teams (no*no)
i’m young and i’m rich, yes, i’m a thot
and yes, i keep me a few tings (uh*huh)
smoking that zaza, got yack in the māthā
i’m in jamaica speaking that patois (wagwan), big up to the gaza
b*i*p to my blood, a n*gga fly high (huh?), throw them bs up, sky*high (grr)
heard you he beef, aim at his noodles, we’ll turn that boy into pasta (pop, pop, pop, pop)
my hitter a shotta, mm
[segue]
cl!ck*clack
blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka

[verse 2]
ooouuuvie
when we in the club it’s a movie
i got the gang full of goonies
but i am a goblin like tunechi (tunechi)
i can’t never lack, gotta watch my back
’cause these n*ggas be switching like mood rings (facts)
so if you that n*gga i’m sending my hitters
tospin on your block like it’s movie, slide in a hoopty
just got a check, hundred k flex, so i went and bought me a new v
went and upgraded the ap, water (water), jacuzzi (ooh)
had to bring the old young m.a. back (huh?)
and they still can’t f*ck with the new me (nah, never)

[outro]
f*ck you talking ’bout?
they told me to do it so i went and did it, you feel me?
and that’s all they get
these n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, man
i’m ridin’ laps around these n*ggas, man
huh?
it’s red life
it’s brooklyn
it’s m.a., b*tch

- young m a lyrics

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