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Oops
Hip-Hop/Rap
Oops was released on October 15, 2024 by Molly World Ent as a part of the album Khylee's Keeper - Single
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Release DateOctober 15, 2024
LabelMolly World Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM144

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bigg Kent
Bigg Kent
Songwriter

Lyrics

Now, wow, wow, I like my bitches long-winded
Been on Man-time since the beginning
I'm in that spot in Its well defended
You better fall back like summer just ended
I seen grown men turn groupie
That shit gross me out like sushi
You can get stuck up like you boujee
Still put Molly all in my doobie
I know I sold a couple of dreams
I told bitches we was gon' end
Now I hate to break the news Oops,
Che-Che pregnant again
Now I'm goin' up lets ascend
And this shit is not for pretend
I started smokin' Reggie Then I graduated to blends
Get off that Don and get a lil' frisky
I'm a bad boy like Biggie
Bang that hammer like he guilty
I know these **** play 50
Keep that thunder like Josh Giddy
And my bullets spreadin' like Jiffy
Creep in that car movin' extra slow
Look like I got Ms. Daisy ridin' with me
I got back and they ain't even notice
I'm like L. Jack with that motion
Rip his shirt up like he Hulk Hogan
I'm fucked up with my diagnosis
**** ain't shit wrong I'm just rollin'
Still ice a **** like he swollen
I'm behind da semi like colon
And I'm still strapped like Trojan
Tell the laws I won't comply
All that pressure I done applied
All that Molly I done supplied
Different colors like tie-dye
It look like I got pink eye
Cause a **** really so fried
Shawnee wan be back in my life
She don't even get a reply
Tell the fuck **** stop purpin'
I be masked up like a surgeon
Yeah, this shit a wrap like a turban
Now I'm in my bag like a Birkin
I'm by the window like a curtain
Tell me what's the word like a sermon
Put him under water like a submersion
And I'm with that shit for certain
Keep that iron so come n' get starched
Keep that glizzy like a ball park
Yeah, them bitches still be on dicks
We gon' run a train like Marc
Now I'm growin' out my locks
I still call Mike for that Za
**** get kicked out the spot
Look like they ain't had permission to park
Tell your big man I'm bigger
Even my watch shinin' like glitter
I see **** copy my image
Now they switch their style like it's Twitter
I get bitches off of Charisma
I still need to pole like a stripper
Somethin' I gotta hold with two hands
Them shells the size of a mini snicker
I came up off that lady
Don't believe me, ****, that's crazy
Tell marshae I'm still missin' Kaci
I done built a bond with Paisley
I will set it off like the ladies
With some shit look like it's the Navy's
And I came to mash potatoes
So I guess this shit ain't all gravy
And I'm still chasin' that paper
And it's still fuck a hater
Makin' noise like a third grader
I will snap like a gator
Play with words like a translator
Talk my shit like a debater
And if a **** wanna take it there
My leg out like a amputator on Kingsley, ****
Written by: Bigg Kent
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