Oh My My Lyrics
| Song | Oh My My |
| Artist | South Park Mexican |
| Album | Time Is Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 niggas 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 | |
| Fuck with my click i'll put a hole in your panza | |
| I give two fucks, three shits, and one damn | |
| Scram you bitch 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 chu锒a, 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 snowball 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 | |
| Shittin on them haters that love to taste the feces | |
| I'm a fool i'm a nutta | |
| Gone off the butta | |
| 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 nigga with a benz still on welfare | |
| No insurance, no license, and no health care | |
| Computer illiterate | |
| Smoke dank like a cigarette | |
| A straight fuckin idiot | |
| You think that i give a shit | |
| I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking | |
| Damn baby bash your so damn retarded | |
| Chorus |
| 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 niggas 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 | |
| Fuck with my click i' ll put a hole in your panza | |
| I give two fucks, three shits, and one damn | |
| Scram you bitch 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 chu lang a, my girlfriend' s name is la mu eca | |
| 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 snowball 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 | |
| Shittin on them haters that love to taste the feces | |
| I' m a fool i' m a nutta | |
| Gone off the butta | |
| 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 nigga with a benz still on welfare | |
| No insurance, no license, and no health care | |
| Computer illiterate | |
| Smoke dank like a cigarette | |
| A straight fuckin idiot | |
| You think that i give a shit | |
| I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking | |
| Damn baby bash your so damn retarded | |
| Chorus |
| 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 niggas 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 | |
| Fuck with my click i' ll put a hole in your panza | |
| I give two fucks, three shits, and one damn | |
| Scram you bitch 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 chu láng a, my girlfriend' s name is la mu eca | |
| 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 snowball 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 | |
| Shittin on them haters that love to taste the feces | |
| I' m a fool i' m a nutta | |
| Gone off the butta | |
| 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 nigga with a benz still on welfare | |
| No insurance, no license, and no health care | |
| Computer illiterate | |
| Smoke dank like a cigarette | |
| A straight fuckin idiot | |
| You think that i give a shit | |
| I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking | |
| Damn baby bash your so damn retarded | |
| Chorus |
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