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Mystikal - Ooooh Yeah lyrics
[Hook] Oooh ooh yeah, ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that ass, clap-clappin' that-clappin' ass, that ass Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that ass, wop-woppin' that-woppin' that ass, that ass Oh oh oh oh yeah, oh oh oh oh yeah [Mystikal] Smokin' and fuckin' is some of my habit Fo' the grilly hand had come take up for my daddy A shot off in the kitchen jump but didn't get married Still I'm lovin' takin' bowp keepin' them happy I do what it takes with the pills and the paint Just to keep my black ass off of minimum wage I went from stu-stutter, to shake it like a dog I might not eat yo' pussy but I bite you on yo' drawers It ain't my fault but go 'head tho' I can't return the favor but mo' head ho' I'm tappin' at them tonsels at the back of yo' throat Snap it on wet it up let it go in slow Ooh stroke it suck or leave it alone Mo' dick ain't nothin' but meat and the bone You better not let your momma hear you sing that song Eat it up sweat it up and lil' daddy gone, gone [Hook] [Mystikal] Well look at you, you flirtin' with this pimpin' ain't yo' I seen you pstin' winkin' at me when you grabbed yo' ankle Ah she can't sang, but g-strings hangs And it don't take no Ricky Martin to know that she bang Wobble that ass, and show yo' tits Fo' a bitch to be that fine don't make no sense Them ho's hatin' but she gettin' the money nothin' Bouncin' off her booty but fifty's and hundred's Ooh, flip 'em the bird if you gettin yo' serv and then hit this fuckin' dick and kick them ho's to the curb Look at them hips, look at them thighs It could make a grown man temperature rise She stoppin' traffic and she do it on purpose Got niggas jumpin' out their car to see them bop in the circle She makin' me hot, I'm makin' you rich Take this fuckin' money and back up on this [Hook] [Mystikal] This for my bitches in the backseat of them cars Know how to ride a dick, and pack the gards After she had a daquiry that's when she called me Talkin' hot comin' from the bachelorette party But really what happened she probably won't tell me Now she want her pussy tapped hard knock out I'll help her I'm supposed to be the broad ain't that some shit So I went ahead and drove her off, ain't that a bitch She shakin' 'er leg and makin' the bread Ah she good with her mouth so nigga look out She servin' them heads you heard what I said Around and 'round she knockin' 'em down Wherever is crackin' then that's where she be and guess what if that's what she like then that's alright with me Because-a, she bring it to me, in the night and the day She supposed to have a baby from me that's what they say [Hook 2x] |
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