SPM Oh My My Lyrics

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Uhh...yo! I can't hear myself on the mic!
Uhhh....yeah maybe I can! Ugh!

[First Verse: SPM]
Now take a trip off the trip let me trip you out
Cause I'm a trip, I'm a nut, I'm a fool no doubt
Y'all boys really trippin on the money I make
But I'm trippin wet tryin to kill some ? I hate
Separate all these fake n***** all in my face
You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
Tie your laces and hide your two faces
Guess I been lookin for love in all the wrong places
Follow in a trail to the land of hell
Everybody knows I belong in jail
For my Raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
f*** with my click i'll put a hole in your panza
I give two f****, three s****, and one d***
Scram you b**** you aint with my fam
I don't cut for the jealous
Guess where your gal is
All on my weenie like mustard and relish

[Chorus: Baby Beesh]

Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in tha air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Man I'm so blowed
Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
[Second Verse: SPM]

Mama Mia
I wanna put somethin in Aaliyah
Sippin Sangria and smokin on Maria
I drill a nine milli through your liver arm trilla
Lone star state home of the armadilla
Blow killa with Priscilla and ganja with Blanca
Catch me at the club in my Nike chanclas
Vida chueca, my girlfriend's name is La Muñeca
Dios around my necka
Sangre de Azteca
S P M on choppers like men
Y'all run and hide while I count to ten
I'm a wait till fall then I'll cut my grass
Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas
I got enough birds to have a s*****ll fight
My dream is to keep the world up all night
I done sold you a dub sack
Used to chase a hub cap
Now I'm in this game tryin to see where my love at
[Chorus]

[Third Verse: Baby Beesh]

Its the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie
Love my chicken greasy
s***tin on them haters that love to taste the feces
I'm a fool I'm a nutta
Gone off the b***a
I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutta
Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
You squares aint ready for the modern day cholo
Used to be a player but now I'm an official
Doin big things like Shine and Pen & Pixel
The only n**** with a Benz still on welfare
No insurance, no license, and no health care
Computer illiterate
Smoke dank like a cigarette
A straight f***** idiot
You think that I give a s***
I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking
d*** Baby Bash your so d*** r*****ed

[Chorus]
Time Is Money Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Hillwood Hustlaz II
  • 2 Oh My My
  • 3 Twice Last Night
  • 4 Ooh Wee
  • 5 Boys On Da Cut
  • 6 Medicine
  • 7 He's A Bird, He's A Plane
  • 8 Throw Away Gats
  • 9 My Feria
  • 10 Burn Us Alive
  • 11 Something I Would Do
  • 12 You Know My Name - (remix)
  • 13 Anything Goes
  • 14 Country Life
  • 15 Don't Let Them Fool Ya
  • 16 Time Is Money
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