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OhGeesy - Yacht Master (Shoreline Mafia) [Official Music Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eli Haire
Eli Haire
Composer
Francisco Sanchez
Francisco Sanchez
Composer
Norman “Monster Norm” Lewis
Composer
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Tez Lamont
Tez Lamont
Mixing Engineer
DatBoiMurda
DatBoiMurda
Producer
Uno Reyes
Uno Reyes
Producer

Στίχοι

(Uno got the streets goin' crazy) (turn me up in here) (Turn the master) (Murda with another one) I had to buy a Yacht master for all the boats that I done sold He would've came home, got love, but the fuck 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 fuck 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, or the 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 (go), go Geesy (pop-pop-poppin') 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' Man, she gone, nigga Yeah (yeah), yeah, and she gone, nigga (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, 30 round clip I got 30 bops in the spot shakin' ass and tits Every time my brother slide, we won't take credit for that shit (shh) 'Cause every time my brother slide, we won't take credit for that shit 'Cause every time my brother slide, we won't take credit for that shit
Writer(s): Alejandro Carranza, Eli Haire, Francisco Sanchez, Norman “monster Norm” Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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