Oops (Oh My) Lyrics
| Song | Oops (Oh My) |
| Artist | Tweet |
| Album | Southern Hummingbird |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Elliot, Keys | |
| Vocal：Tweet/Fabolous/Missy | |
| Tell you what I did last night | |
| I came home, say, around a quater to three | |
| Still so high | |
| Hypnotized | |
| In a trance | |
| From the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing | |
| You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt | |
| So shook I had to catch my breath | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh I'm turning red | |
| Who could this be? | |
| I tried and I tried to avoid | |
| but this thing was happening | |
| Swollow my pride | |
| Let it ride and party | |
| But this body felt just like mines | |
| I got worried | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| A reflection of myself | |
| That's why I couldn't catch my breath | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Uh, yeah, yeah, Desert storm, yeah | |
| Fabolous, yeah, Tweet, yeah | |
| Shorty I strickly wanna spank you | |
| The most I gotta do is spell my name to get your | |
| Vickies to your ankles | |
| I'm serious mami | |
| You're fuckin wit the kid | |
| aka William H period Bonnie | |
| You know I'm the type | |
| that be Crushin and merkin | |
| Havin ladies touchin the herk | |
| And blushin and smirkin | |
| Early in the morning rushin for workin | |
| Screaming Ooh My F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S | |
| Each night I'm freakin | |
| Ma, you ain't gonna talk me to death | |
| cause you got free nights and weekends | |
| Ghetto Fab's all over the place | |
| Oops there goes my kids all over you face | |
| Ooh My | |
| (I looked over to the left) | |
| Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself | |
| (I looked over to the left) | |
| Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself | |
| (I looked over to the left) | |
| Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown | |
| (I looked over to the left) | |
| Umm comin outta my shirt and then the skirt came down | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh I'm turning red | |
| Who could this be? | |
| Ooh My |
| zuo ci : Elliot, Keys | |
| Vocal: Tweet Fabolous Missy | |
| Tell you what I did last night | |
| I came home, say, around a quater to three | |
| Still so high | |
| Hypnotized | |
| In a trance | |
| From the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing | |
| You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt | |
| So shook I had to catch my breath | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh I' m turning red | |
| Who could this be? | |
| I tried and I tried to avoid | |
| but this thing was happening | |
| Swollow my pride | |
| Let it ride and party | |
| But this body felt just like mines | |
| I got worried | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| A reflection of myself | |
| That' s why I couldn' t catch my breath | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Uh, yeah, yeah, Desert storm, yeah | |
| Fabolous, yeah, Tweet, yeah | |
| Shorty I strickly wanna spank you | |
| The most I gotta do is spell my name to get your | |
| Vickies to your ankles | |
| I' m serious mami | |
| You' re fuckin wit the kid | |
| aka William H period Bonnie | |
| You know I' m the type | |
| that be Crushin and merkin | |
| Havin ladies touchin the herk | |
| And blushin and smirkin | |
| Early in the morning rushin for workin | |
| Screaming Ooh My FABOLOUS | |
| Each night I' m freakin | |
| Ma, you ain' t gonna talk me to death | |
| cause you got free nights and weekends | |
| Ghetto Fab' s all over the place | |
| Oops there goes my kids all over you face | |
| Ooh My | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| Umm I was looking so good I couldn' t reject myself | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| Umm comin outta my shirt and then the skirt came down | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh I' m turning red | |
| Who could this be? | |
| Ooh My |
| zuò cí : Elliot, Keys | |
| Vocal: Tweet Fabolous Missy | |
| Tell you what I did last night | |
| I came home, say, around a quater to three | |
| Still so high | |
| Hypnotized | |
| In a trance | |
| From the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing | |
| You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt | |
| So shook I had to catch my breath | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh I' m turning red | |
| Who could this be? | |
| I tried and I tried to avoid | |
| but this thing was happening | |
| Swollow my pride | |
| Let it ride and party | |
| But this body felt just like mines | |
| I got worried | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| A reflection of myself | |
| That' s why I couldn' t catch my breath | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Uh, yeah, yeah, Desert storm, yeah | |
| Fabolous, yeah, Tweet, yeah | |
| Shorty I strickly wanna spank you | |
| The most I gotta do is spell my name to get your | |
| Vickies to your ankles | |
| I' m serious mami | |
| You' re fuckin wit the kid | |
| aka William H period Bonnie | |
| You know I' m the type | |
| that be Crushin and merkin | |
| Havin ladies touchin the herk | |
| And blushin and smirkin | |
| Early in the morning rushin for workin | |
| Screaming Ooh My FABOLOUS | |
| Each night I' m freakin | |
| Ma, you ain' t gonna talk me to death | |
| cause you got free nights and weekends | |
| Ghetto Fab' s all over the place | |
| Oops there goes my kids all over you face | |
| Ooh My | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| Umm I was looking so good I couldn' t reject myself | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown | |
| I looked over to the left | |
| Umm comin outta my shirt and then the skirt came down | |
| Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head | |
| Oh my | |
| Oops, there goes my skirt dropin' to my feet | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face | |
| Oh my | |
| Ooh I' m turning red | |
| Who could this be? | |
| Ooh My |
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