paroles de chanson Oh Yeah (feat. Tre Dae) - MO3 , Tre Dae
What
you
say
Tre
Dae?
Huh?
Huh?
What
you
doin'?
(Oh
yeah)
Hahaha,
sleeping
You
finna
go
to
sleep?
(Oh
yeah)
No,
not
now
Why
you
up
then?
Okay
Tre,
goodnight
(Oh
yeah)
Goodnight
I
love
you
(Goodnight,
oh
yeah)
Say,
"I
love
you"
I
love
you
I
ain't
write
this
shit,
you
gon'
like
this
shit
Niggas
hatin',
wanna
bite
my
shit
Fuck
on
they
ho,
I
make
her
bite
my
dick
(BNYX)
Niggas
plottin',
they
gon'
bite
this
stick
We
went
from
strugglin',
now
in
paradise
(Paradise,
oh
yeah)
We
went
from
sleepin'
on
the
floor
(Yeah),
to
Fettucine,
shrimp
and
rice
(Oh
yeah)
I'm
on
the
block
(Yeah),
I'm
shootin'
dice
(Shootin'
dice,
oh
yeah)
It's
ten
a
pop,
My
young
niggas
sellin'
green
(Yeah),
But
other
niggas
movin'
whitе
(Oh
yeah)
And
I
ain't
never
lеt
a
fuck
nigga
Play
me,
so
try
and
take
some
(Yeah)
Brenda
havin'
baby,
my
babies
gon'
make
a
way
for
'em
(Yeah)
They
know
daddy
gettin'
cake,
Get
the
play,
ain't
wait
for
it
(They
know)
And
I
just
pray
my
baby
mamas
don't
hate
and
keep
'em
away
from
me
'Cause
all
my
life
I'ma
feed
all
of
mine,
by
any
means
be
(Yeah)
I
got
partners
doin'
life
for
a
crime,
I
still
ain't
seen
(Yeah)
I
swear
to
God
this
ain't
the
life
that
I
wanted,
but
bitch,
I
need
it
And
fuck
a
job,
bitch,
all
my
kids
gettin'
bigger,
so
look,
I'm
skinny
All
my
life
I
seen
nothin'
but
death
(Haha,
yeah),
but
death
(Yeah)
I
just
wanna
put
a
Grammy
on
the
shelf,
Oh
yeah
(Oh-oh,
yeah,
oh-oh
yeah),
yeah,
yeah
Oh-oh,
yeah,
oh-oh
yeah
(Oh
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
I'ma
scrape
the
plate
'til
it's
Nothin'
left
('Til
there's
nothin'
left)
Did
it
on
my
own,
nobody
helped
(Nobody)
So
I
feel
like,
"Oh
yeah"
(Oh-oh,
yeah,
oh-oh
yeah),
yeah
Oh
yeah
(Oh-oh,
yeah,
oh-oh
yeah),
yeah
My
pockets
fat,
used
to
be
thin
(Used
to
be
thin)
That
ain't
my
nigga,
but
we
used
to
be
friends
(Used
to
be
friends)
I
used
to
ride
a
bus,
now
I'm
in
that
Benz
(I'm
in
that
Benz)
And
we
ain't
have
much,
just
a
little
bit
(Little
bit)
But
that
little
bit
that
I
had,
I
went
and
turned
it
to
a
lot
And
then
the
hunnid
dollar
bill
I
had,
I
turned
it
to
a
knot
(Yeah)
Fuck
all
them
niggas
that
had
switched
up,
they
turned
into
some
opps
My
partner
got
locked,
it
hurt
my
soul
because
he
turned
into
a
cop
And
nowadays
these
hoes
ain't
no
Morals,
they
just
postin'
and
shit
(Yeah)
Post
after
post,
like
who
they
fuckin',
who
they
suckin'
and
hittin'
And
she
say
she
don't
want
that
Nigga
if
he
don't
drive
a
Bentley
(What?)
And
that
same
ho
stay
with
her
mama,
She
stay
boostin'
and
stealin'
(Ha)
Lil'
bitch,
you
silly
if
you
thinkin'
he
gon'
make
you
a
missus
And
all
these
hoes
want
a
ring
but
can't
do
shit
in
the
kitchen
(No)
And
all
that
ass
you
post
on
IG,
he
just
waitin'
to
hit
it
(Yeah)
Soon
as
he
quit
it,
you
get
mad,
bitch,
we
know
how
you
livin'
(Yeah)
All
my
life
I
seen
nothin'
but
death
(Haha,
yeah),
but
death
(Yeah)
I
just
wanna
put
a
Grammy
on
the
shelf,
Oh
yeah
(Oh-oh,
yeah,
oh-oh
yeah),
yeah,
yeah
Oh-oh,
yeah,
oh-oh
yeah
(Oh
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
I'ma
scrape
the
plate
'til
it's
Nothin'
left
('Til
there's
nothin'
left)
Did
it
on
my
own,
nobody
helped
(Nobody)
So
I
feel
like,
"Oh
yeah"
(Oh-oh,
yeah,
oh-oh
yeah),
yeah
Oh
yeah
(Oh-oh,
yeah,
oh-oh
yeah),
yeah
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