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Lyrify.me

Oh Yeah by Twi-Lite Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2012

[Hook: Twi-Lite]
She got that bomb bidi bomb bomb
I can't feel my face
She got that bomb bomb
Got me feeling spaced (Well Oh Yeah)
When it's time to go, I'm down to roll
We hit the door and leave the floor
We the start the car
And ride it like a Rodeo

[Verse 1: Twi-Lite]
I'll be pimpin like Scotty so it might work
I'm a plumber, yeen know I got that pipe work
Getting Cudi like kid, day n night
Flight school, stewardess who likes to scratch n bight, bight
Bight, bight, yeen never had it like this, cuz a nigga so big
No I meant oh shit, no shit, deep dick take this
Put my hands on your back, arch it and I like the way you spark it
YSL, Louboutin starship, I'm forklift
A zip and a double cup, I'm gettin I'm gettin high as fuck
Dorm room light it up, college girl down to cut
Martial art chop it up, lick lick you, ticklish
You sip this, I'm twisted, I kiss tits, ridiculous thickness
And it's fitness, we smashing in the hallways
Getting head's my forte, I've been gone for like four days
Do the math, 3 other girls plus me let's call the 4 play
[Hook: Twi-Lite]
She got that bomb bidi bomb bomb
I can't feel my face
She got that bomb bomb
Got me feeling spaced (Well Oh Yeah)
When it's time to go, I'm down to roll
We hit the door and leave the floor
We the start the car
And ride it like a Rodeo

[Verse 2: Twi-Lite]
I'm on that purple urkle, sippin it slow like turtle
Flippin them birds like circle
Making it rain while I'm going insane
Coming in your headline like a front-page
Lick lick lick lick, Like a done plate
Up and down, back and forth like a debate
Drinking liquor blowing O's, I'm getting paid
Back to the money, they making jokes but ain't shit funny
I I I I tell her how I like it
Never wanna fight it, I just wanna bight it
So so pop that pussy, Pop that pill
Tell me how you feel
Cuz we know that you like it when you ain't here
The party's packed, the booze is here
Your mind going in circles like musical chairs
Hell fucking right, that we don't care
Young wild and high like some chandeliers
I'm fucking gone, I can't see shit
My eyes is throwed, you like it girl
I want you here, you want me here
We drinking all night, we don't really care
[Hook: Twi-Lite]
She got that bomb bidi bomb bomb
I can't feel my face
She got that bomb bomb
Got me feeling spaced (Well Oh Yeah)
When it's time to go, I'm down to roll
We hit the door and leave the floor
We the start the car
And ride it like a Rodeo

[Outro: Twi-Lite]
When you move that body girl
Yeah I like it.. I like it
Pop that pussy girl cuz I like it
Yeah Twi-Lite