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Oh Please
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SL
SL
Vocals
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
Programming
Adam Simon
Adam Simon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SL
SL
Lyrics
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Show N Prove
Composer
Adam Simon
Adam Simon
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Show N Prove
Producer
Gabz
Gabz
Mixing Engineer
Shaun Barrett
Shaun Barrett
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot Think I hear a gunshot One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop I'm just counting up a young gwap More P's, talk to my connect, more keys Let my mandem through the door, more cheese She said she hit the lick before, oh, please Aye, aye Oh, please my love, I know that I said you're the one But this spliff got my head back spun, and your friend look good, so please don't judge (no, no) Like no hard feelings here, if you don't hold no grudge, I won't hold no grudge (grudge) I remember the station the fat boys push, but you know I wouldn't budge My nigga said, "S.P. Dookey", (S.P.) one sec', this war has doin' me justice (justice) Bro done it and he done it in public, like gosh, why you do that bro? (How you do that?) And with the hoes I ain't doing no rules man, burst in her back and she didn't even know (ah) And she thinks that I'm messing with her, delete that stuff now the case got closed (closed) I don't need to talk too much, I-I'll be in the back, just me and my crew (my crew) Like man just chipped off my youth (my youth), I finna go roach (haha) Bro said, "Pick one", I'm like, "Mini-mini, maini-hoe" (hoe) I said bro said, "Pick one", I'm like, "Mini-mini, maini-hoe" (hoe) Bro devilish one no lie (no lie), I-I-I ain't got call a lie (no, no) But I got it, just look in the mirror, I said it three times (times) Like how can I rate 'em guys, they chops on ten and they chops on five (five) I said, how can I rate 'em guys, they chops on ten and they chops on five Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot Think I hear a gunshot One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop I'm just counting up a young gwap More P's, talk to my connect, more keys Let my mandem through the door, more cheese She said she hit the lick before, oh, please Oh please, leave me alone officer, it's not me Always coming up my crib, you barking up the wrong tree Last week I took a loss and the loss was costly The other week I got some top and the top was got free Them things like damn what operation you're running My niggas said karma's real and if so, that means I got a lot of shit coming Call her last week, girl average, and she stepped in the mall, girl stunning Crunching the ends all sneaky, so I held her undies, so I sprung it So a bit of lil' gist, if I get linked with this, I'ma get way more than a slap on the wrist And if I link your chick, can't get more than a one, two, three Gonna chow out if you wan' disbelieve, have your brain cells taking trips So, just take it slow, let your girlfriend shaking her hips Jump out on a wagon stretch, and of course, I'm out news where the wagons live How you talk like you're blazing shit, you bash your tongue, that's a blatant risk Barley and Latex fully equipped, ten try to end up where the station is Talk, an amazing piff, got kicked caskets on what straightening is Gunshot, gunshot, think I hear a gunshot Think I hear a gunshot One drop, one drop, think I hear a one drop I'm just counting up a young gwap More P's, talk to my connect, more keys Let my mandem through the door, more cheese She said she hit the lick before, oh, please
Writer(s): Harlee Bashir Laguda Milne, Adam Muhabwa, Show Love Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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