(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
Turn me up, nigga
(Murda with another one)
I had to buy a Yachtmaster for all the boats that I done sold
He would've came home, got love, but the f*ck nigga told
I don't got shit to prove, nigga, I know what I know
How it feel to know your bitch out here sellin' her soul?
I'm finna call all my hoes up, can we collaborate?
Geesy, what that mean? Can you elaborate?
I wanna make a porno, I don't masturbate
I wanna f*ck all of my hoes because it's Saturday
Ayy, yeah, I'm in a good mood
I deserve to have ten bitches, I'm a good dude
Lobster, steak, shrimp, butter cake, I'm eatin' good food
Or we can get a two-piece, bitch, I'm a hood dude
Ayy, yeah, I'm still the same nigga
Still got an O on my pendant, but my chain bigger
I don't change, nigga, you still the same lame nigga
I'm a pour a four, keep a pole, foreign lane switcher
I can never leave the game, ayy, game need me
Get to playin' with the pussy, make it Fiji
Hand over your bitch, make it easy
You hear the bitches in the club screamin', "Geesy"
Go, go, go, Geesy
Pop a nigga, get him gone with the four-feezy
Hollows in the shells left his brains over easy
It get real in the field, it get greazy
I don't cap, I don't tell no lies, please believe me
And time fly, it keep goin' by every season
I'm fly, and you wonder why she keep on leavin'
Ayy, wonder why she keep on leavin', she gone, nigga
Yeah, yeah, and she gone, nigga
Hold on, I gotta take a break, hold on
I had to take a break, get my dick sucked, I'm goin' up
Your bitch phone stay on DND because she hoin' up
A hundred thousand, book me in your city and I'm showin' up
I'm on the radio and the television, I'm blowin' up
Sunroof open, throwin' money out that bitch
I got 31, one up top, thirty-round clip
I got thirty bops in the spot shakin' ass and tits
Every time my brother slide, we don't take credit for that shit (shh)
'Cause every time my brother slide, we don't take credit for that shit
'Cause every time my brother slide, we won't take credit for that shit
Yacht Master Video (MV)
Performed By: OHGEESY
Length: 2:11
Written by: Alejandro Carranza, Eli Haire, Francisco Sanchez, Norman "Monster Norm" Lewis
OHGEESY - Yacht Master Lyrics
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(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
Turn me up, nigga
(Murda with another one)
I had to buy a Yachtmaster for all the boats that I done sold
He would've came home, got love, but the f*ck nigga told
I don't got shit to prove, nigga, I know what I know
How it feel to know your bitch out here sellin' her soul?
I'm finna call all my hoes up, can we collaborate?
Geesy, what that mean? Can you elaborate?
I wanna make a porno, I don't masturbate
I wanna f*ck all of my hoes because it's Saturday
Ayy, yeah, I'm in a good mood
I deserve to have ten bitches, I'm a good dude
Lobster, steak, shrimp, butter cake, I'm eatin' good food
Or we can get a two-piece, bitch, I'm a hood dude
Ayy, yeah, I'm still the same nigga
Still got an O on my pendant, but my chain bigger
I don't change, nigga, you still the same lame nigga
I'm a pour a four, keep a pole, foreign lane switcher
I can never leave the game, ayy, game need me
Get to playin' with the pussy, make it Fiji
Hand over your bitch, make it easy
You hear the bitches in the club screamin', "Geesy"
Go, go, go, Geesy
Pop a nigga, get him gone with the four-feezy
Hollows in the shells left his brains over easy
It get real in the field, it get greazy
I don't cap, I don't tell no lies, please believe me
And time fly, it keep goin' by every season
I'm fly, and you wonder why she keep on leavin'
Ayy, wonder why she keep on leavin', she gone, nigga
Yeah, yeah, and she gone, nigga
Hold on, I gotta take a break, hold on
I had to take a break, get my dick sucked, I'm goin' up
Your bitch phone stay on DND because she hoin' up
A hundred thousand, book me in your city and I'm showin' up
I'm on the radio and the television, I'm blowin' up
Sunroof open, throwin' money out that bitch
I got 31, one up top, thirty-round clip
I got thirty bops in the spot shakin' ass and tits
Every time my brother slide, we don't take credit for that shit (shh)
'Cause every time my brother slide, we don't take credit for that shit
'Cause every time my brother slide, we won't take credit for that shit
Turn me up, nigga
(Murda with another one)
I had to buy a Yachtmaster for all the boats that I done sold
He would've came home, got love, but the f*ck nigga told
I don't got shit to prove, nigga, I know what I know
How it feel to know your bitch out here sellin' her soul?
I'm finna call all my hoes up, can we collaborate?
Geesy, what that mean? Can you elaborate?
I wanna make a porno, I don't masturbate
I wanna f*ck all of my hoes because it's Saturday
Ayy, yeah, I'm in a good mood
I deserve to have ten bitches, I'm a good dude
Lobster, steak, shrimp, butter cake, I'm eatin' good food
Or we can get a two-piece, bitch, I'm a hood dude
Ayy, yeah, I'm still the same nigga
Still got an O on my pendant, but my chain bigger
I don't change, nigga, you still the same lame nigga
I'm a pour a four, keep a pole, foreign lane switcher
I can never leave the game, ayy, game need me
Get to playin' with the pussy, make it Fiji
Hand over your bitch, make it easy
You hear the bitches in the club screamin', "Geesy"
Go, go, go, Geesy
Pop a nigga, get him gone with the four-feezy
Hollows in the shells left his brains over easy
It get real in the field, it get greazy
I don't cap, I don't tell no lies, please believe me
And time fly, it keep goin' by every season
I'm fly, and you wonder why she keep on leavin'
Ayy, wonder why she keep on leavin', she gone, nigga
Yeah, yeah, and she gone, nigga
Hold on, I gotta take a break, hold on
I had to take a break, get my dick sucked, I'm goin' up
Your bitch phone stay on DND because she hoin' up
A hundred thousand, book me in your city and I'm showin' up
I'm on the radio and the television, I'm blowin' up
Sunroof open, throwin' money out that bitch
I got 31, one up top, thirty-round clip
I got thirty bops in the spot shakin' ass and tits
Every time my brother slide, we don't take credit for that shit (shh)
'Cause every time my brother slide, we don't take credit for that shit
'Cause every time my brother slide, we won't take credit for that shit
Writer: Alejandro Carranza, Eli Haire, Francisco Sanchez, Norman "Monster Norm" Lewis
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