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Oouuu
424
Hip-Hop/Rap
Oouuu was released on March 13, 2026 by MNRK Records LP as a part of the album Oouuu - Single
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Release DateMarch 13, 2026
LabelMNRK Records LP
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OBN Jay
OBN Jay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Jones
Jeremy Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyrek Matthews aka AyeReek
Tyrek Matthews aka AyeReek
Producer

Lyrics

What, hollon
Bitch, what hollon
Yeah, yeah, hollon
Bitch, what (uh)
I took this shit vertical
I told 'em that I'm on that
Shawty hollin' bing bam, bam
And don't hold back
Coming through that bitch
Hollin' I'm structured bitch
You know that
Bouncing off the wall
I'm on tequila, can't control it
A cold day
I just might pull-up in moncler
Like what the fuck
I go in public
They take pictures stop and stare
Like what the fuck
Ouuuuuu
Now bow bitch get me Dea
We'll tear this bitch down
Until ain't no more shit in here
Now mamacita bend over
Let me throw dick in your stomach
Seniorita bend over let me throw dick in your stomach
Hm-mm
Let me show you how I'm coming
Hm-mm
Bend over shake sumn
You know that feeling
When you catching all your plays
You be geeked up
All this fucking lettuce In my pockets
Got me beefed up
Dress up I get sticky bitch I'm cold
But I don't freeze up
Shorty throw that ass like
I like it she a keeper
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass
Bounce that ass yeah, yeah
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass
Bounce that ass yeah, yeah
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass
Bounce that ass yeah, yeah
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass
Bounce that ass yeah, yeah
Wop, wop, bam, wop, bam (yeah, yeah)
Wop, wop, bam, wop, bam (yeah,yeah)
Wop, wop, (oouu) wop (yeah, yeah)
Wop, wop, wop (yeah, yeah)
Do your shit we off the meter
They can't reach us yeah, yeah
Go get the Don and pop the seal
I love tequila yeah, yeah
Take a shot before you go
Or you ain't leaving yeah, yeah
I done smashed 'em I got dressed
Now they ain't breathing yeah, yeah
I have it my way If she ain't mine
Then I can't love her, yeah
I been stacking pape If he can't match this shit
Then fuck 'em, yeah
Shout out to forman
If he ain't fucking you right then fuck 'em
I fuck with grown women If she childish
I can't trust her
It's a cold day
I just might pull-up in moncler
Like what the fuck
I go in public they take pictures
Stop and stare
Like what the fuck
Ouuuuuu
Now bow bitch get me Dea
We'll tear this bitch down
Until ain't no more shit in here
Now mamacita bend over
Let me throw dick in yo stomach
Seniorita bend over let me throw dick in your stomach
Hm-mm
Let me show you
How I'm coming
Hm-mm
Billion dollar say you sumn
Bow, bow yeah
Bitch we no structured, yeah, yeah
Bitch we no structured, yeah, yeah
Bitch we no structured (haha, you know what I told you)
Bow, bang, bam, bam
Ouuuuuuuu
Not geting up yeah
Geting up yeah, bitch
Geting up yeah
Written by: Jeremy Jones
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