Lil Wayne - Oops Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Tell you what I did last night
I made love in a bitch wig last night
Them chrome dubs up on the benz fit tight
We stone up the stick ick gimmie light
Laughin on the island nigga livin' right
But I got ta go ta ATL ta N.Y then it's back to the N.O
Don't f*ck around I put this mack ta ya rib and blow
It's Weezy Baby and I'm back in this bitch fa sho
I'm packin a 5th and baggin a 4
Kilo package of blow fa 20 it go
In ya tummy where the semmi wud go
And I pull the trigga right after I wisper gimmie ya coke
And I'm charged off myself in this millenium flo
Man I might go to ya girl and tell her gimmie ya throat
Cause a pimp don't give a shit about offendin' a hoe
My hoe's f*ck my friends I find no friend in a hoe
And the women a go

[Hook:]
Oops oh my
Baby see the whip ain't got no roof we so fly
And the feds ain't got no proof I sold pies
So I do like I do I'm so sqad

[Verse 2:]
Ya see, I tried and I tried to keep goin'
But I'm, so high from the lie I keep blowin'
If I'm, gon ride then it got ta be foreign
Yeah me no supply less than 4 and a half
Quit school went into the draft
I been puttin' numbers up since dat
Been pullin' up in hummas since dat
So check my interrior
So clean, so young, so what, so serious
Weezy do it all
Man I touch all areas
Sports agent CEO
Plus I'm the best at this
I'm a mess at this
But I ain't trippin'
I leave rap to nothin'
Dizzy, I'm to f*ckin' busy
17 til I'm finished
Back in this, crack chemist
I murder that witness
What a burner that shit
We probably murder that spinich
But I ain't tryin' ta f*ck up me in feds image
They say
Tune oh my
They say the boy so small he got ta poke out
And all my cars own poke outs
Lu Baby call the boys let's have a smoke out
And if we war with the boys we have a shoot out
July 2nd Cash Money puttin' the truth out
I'm bout ta candy and chrome me a Coupe out
I'm so cool gettin' dome when I move out
I have no home
The boy move out
So if you try to find me
Lil Weezy Wee be on that loop rout
How many chickens been ta dudes house
Trick question
Bitches or bricks now keep guessin'
Nigga take a swigga and flip
So keep playin' boy
You f*ckin with the Eastland Lords