Oh No! (Radio Edit) [feat. Na-G & B52]

Teksti: Jetmir Hoxha, Gzim Hajdini & Visar Ahmetaj

B52:

Summertime stunning

Straight for three months

Put it on my tab

Even if you got the funds

Cruising in the city

See us making re runs

We don’t act like, we is

And we do this shit for fun

Models and freaks

Make ‘em shake it to the beat

She all over me

Baby won’t let me breathe

Got the crib got the whip

Got the liquor got the weed

Soon as she gets to know me

She don’t wanna leave , OH NO!

N.A.G:

On the block, never

Balling forever

Shit so good

Yo don’t be a hater

Chilling with my peeps

I will deal with you later

Breezing through the hood

Yea, call me a skater

Taking off her sweater

I don't even sweat her

Baby calling up a friend

She don’t need persuade her

Jumping on my bed

Waking up at eight

Both got mad

‘Cause I wasn’t even there

I’m on west side highway

Got cops right by me

They’re trying to catch the kid

Maybe its the whip

No tints on my shit

Riding clean , all legit

So fresh and so clean

Yea she thinks I’m the shit

Got a date sorta late

She said we can skip the dinner

She don’t mind the wait

She’ll be fucking with e winner

Straight to the ‘teli

Melting ice on her belly

Who’s the fucking man?

Don’t be shy baby tell me…

B52:

Summertime stunning

Straight for three months

Put it on my tab

Even if you got the funds

Cruising in the city

See us making re runs

We don’t act like, we is

And we do this shit for fun

Models and freaks

Make ‘em shake it to the beat

She all over me

Baby won’t let me breathe

Got the crib got the whip

Got the liquor got the weed

Soon as she gets to know me

She don’t wanna leave , OH NO!

B52:

Toned and tanned

Yea I’m the fucking man

Hard as a rock

Shorty feeling my jam

Up in the dance floor

Shaking her thang

Phat ass with a PH

God damn!

Every other dude

Wanna get in your pants

So dudes like me

All they do is freelance

Ain't nothing for free

All you get is a glance

So I spend my chips

’til I tear that ass - apart

I hop out the car

With the presence of a boss

So I walk the walk

And talk the talk

’til five in the morning

Right after dark

Take her to my crib

And give her what she wants

Champagne in the glass

And Henney on my cup

Approach the bartender

Like “yo man fill ‘em up”

Shot after shot

’til they put the lights out

There she go under the sheets

’til we both pass out…

B52:

Summertime stunning

Straight for three months

Put it on my tab

Even if you got the funds

Cruising in the city

See us making re runs

We don’t act like, we is

And we do this shit for fun

Models and freaks

Make ‘em shake it to the beat

She all over me

Baby won’t let me breathe

Got the crib got the whip

Got the liquor got the weed

Soon as she gets to know me

She don’t wanna leave , OH NO!

Cyanide:

Straight from boogie down

About to boogie up

Got the Timbs, the gloves

And the hoodie up

Like a chef when I prep it

I am so I rep it

My feet are walking fresh

Better watch where you stepping,

I don’t see results

All I hear is fucking wishes

Game is like a cult

With a bunch of fucking bitches

Se let me see the pipes

If you’re ready to smoke

Let me see you on your knees

If you’re ready to choke.

‘Cause when I see a hoe

I just wanna bag dat

Sometimes I go nuts

Like I came from Baghdad

Fack dat, run it like a scheme

Feed ‘em like a fiend

Nice to meet you baby

Now meet my whole team

You can call me J rider

You can call me J author

Rap is full of rappers

Who ain’t got shit to offer

I put in it a song

Then I set it in stone

Trust me when I tell you

I’ma rot in this throne..

B52:

Summertime stunning

Straight for three months

Put it on my tab

Even if you got the funds

Cruising in the city

See us making re runs

We don’t act like, we is

And we do this shit for fun

Models and freaks

Make ‘em shake it to the beat

She all over me

Baby won’t let me breathe

Got the crib got the whip

Got the liquor got the weed

Soon as she gets to know me

She don’t wanna leave , OH NO!