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Oops! Video (MV)




Performed By: Lylantz
Length: 3:05
Written by: At-N Ausara-Lasaru




Lylantz - Oops! Lyrics




Hello
Yeah about last night
Yeah sorry we can't talk anymore
Nah your head was fine, it's just you
Ain't f*cking with a nigga, A class only
Double D's but no F's yafeelme, see yah

I'll f*ck ya bitch now or later
I'm feeling dark like I'm Darth Vader
Look at me wrong you a hater
I cannot save a hoe save her
Running that game like a player
My words they gone spray ya
They say imma slayer
I should go run to be mayor
Today I took time to say all of my prayers!
Damn
They won't finesse this nigga
With the vest on my chest
I'm the besest nigga to contest yo set like the Jetsons
Messing with ya best friend
You mad cause she slept in nigga
I got more chores than a poor whore
Working door at a four floor club
To afford all her cubs
Smoked bud got grub
As I watched porn hub
Show love for ya boy way above gadamn!
Uncle Sam is mad cause I'm making my green like a cabbage patch
Then catching that uhh, magic hat
To imagine all bad as a patch of grass
Then step on that shit
I'm so reckless with it
Yo chain ain't a chain
It's a necklace pivot, swerve
Oops
Maleficent with it
I call my own phone I'm touch with my feelings! (I killed this-)
Shitting on these muf*ckas
Pitying you muf*ckas
Kill em with the venom
Ain't remembering you muf*ckas
Stay up in my denim and they fitting on me muf*cka
Back to back to back winning like a muf*cka
Oops
I'm vulgar
And never sober like a drive from boulder
Boulders on my shoulders I hold the whole world like a f*cking soldier yeah I f*cking showed ya
As I solder souls I sold your soul
I'm a solar system it's just ya how I roll
My rotations go around around town till the blunt is over with my spaceship flow
Cause I lift off
Big Boss like I'm Rick Ross
Been raw like I'm Wolfgang
Playing golf better get lost
Never hit soft
Took a pit stop, pissed off roofs
Piss drops got em pissed off
Oops
Jacked up like a rabbit
I'm rapping and rapturing
Racking my stacks in my attic
Nas, I'm illmatic
An addict of magic it's tragic
Tonight like Gladys
I like horseradish, I'm kidding
Fight with my mic, I combat it
But don't come right at it
I got em ecstatic
You maggots match up me in traffic
Sike I'm so far past it
Um
Bitch don't call my f*cking phone no more
Got Jack, got Remy with Patron and more
Endzone where I'm throwing cause I'm known to score
Lemme poke ye mom call me Bulbasaur
Imma hold the door like I'm a gentleman
Watch it get intimate, sentiment's all that yall mentioning
Flick of the wrist got her dripping
Lickin lips, attempting a split
So she can type me her digits in
Weed homegrown from Alabama
Niggas here snorting that arm and hammer
Can't afford crack or cocaine
So they Kurt Cobain they self
Better call a ambulance
I can withstand all you can't withstand
Bands don't make her dance
Bands just make her plans
Peach in the reer guess she from Atlanta
And hoes love my presence so call me Santa man
I ain't with the ruckus
I uppercut like it's nothing
No bluffing just puffin something
That will get me high
Juggling the jugular
Jugging jugs like jugular
Niggas claim to be brothers
Then they leave your side
Don't question me, cause I'm rhetorical
I hold the Oracle, changing your horoscope
Practice a moral code, eat her like double stuffed oreos
We don't claim you, you belong on the Maury show
When I die bury me in a memorial
F*ck that
Bury me underwater
Eventually I'll be in every single water bottle
While sending every single hydro car full throttle
You and I (UNI) don't get along, got Marcus Garvey turning his gravestone home
Yes I've grown, now they groan homophones
Then phone home
Hot wheels on the beat
And you never finna beat that, I'm gone
Goodbye
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Hello
Yeah about last night
Yeah sorry we can't talk anymore
Nah your head was fine, it's just you
Ain't f*cking with a nigga, A class only
Double D's but no F's yafeelme, see yah

I'll f*ck ya bitch now or later
I'm feeling dark like I'm Darth Vader
Look at me wrong you a hater
I cannot save a hoe save her
Running that game like a player
My words they gone spray ya
They say imma slayer
I should go run to be mayor
Today I took time to say all of my prayers!
Damn
They won't finesse this nigga
With the vest on my chest
I'm the besest nigga to contest yo set like the Jetsons
Messing with ya best friend
You mad cause she slept in nigga
I got more chores than a poor whore
Working door at a four floor club
To afford all her cubs
Smoked bud got grub
As I watched porn hub
Show love for ya boy way above gadamn!
Uncle Sam is mad cause I'm making my green like a cabbage patch
Then catching that uhh, magic hat
To imagine all bad as a patch of grass
Then step on that shit
I'm so reckless with it
Yo chain ain't a chain
It's a necklace pivot, swerve
Oops
Maleficent with it
I call my own phone I'm touch with my feelings! (I killed this-)
Shitting on these muf*ckas
Pitying you muf*ckas
Kill em with the venom
Ain't remembering you muf*ckas
Stay up in my denim and they fitting on me muf*cka
Back to back to back winning like a muf*cka
Oops
I'm vulgar
And never sober like a drive from boulder
Boulders on my shoulders I hold the whole world like a f*cking soldier yeah I f*cking showed ya
As I solder souls I sold your soul
I'm a solar system it's just ya how I roll
My rotations go around around town till the blunt is over with my spaceship flow
Cause I lift off
Big Boss like I'm Rick Ross
Been raw like I'm Wolfgang
Playing golf better get lost
Never hit soft
Took a pit stop, pissed off roofs
Piss drops got em pissed off
Oops
Jacked up like a rabbit
I'm rapping and rapturing
Racking my stacks in my attic
Nas, I'm illmatic
An addict of magic it's tragic
Tonight like Gladys
I like horseradish, I'm kidding
Fight with my mic, I combat it
But don't come right at it
I got em ecstatic
You maggots match up me in traffic
Sike I'm so far past it
Um
Bitch don't call my f*cking phone no more
Got Jack, got Remy with Patron and more
Endzone where I'm throwing cause I'm known to score
Lemme poke ye mom call me Bulbasaur
Imma hold the door like I'm a gentleman
Watch it get intimate, sentiment's all that yall mentioning
Flick of the wrist got her dripping
Lickin lips, attempting a split
So she can type me her digits in
Weed homegrown from Alabama
Niggas here snorting that arm and hammer
Can't afford crack or cocaine
So they Kurt Cobain they self
Better call a ambulance
I can withstand all you can't withstand
Bands don't make her dance
Bands just make her plans
Peach in the reer guess she from Atlanta
And hoes love my presence so call me Santa man
I ain't with the ruckus
I uppercut like it's nothing
No bluffing just puffin something
That will get me high
Juggling the jugular
Jugging jugs like jugular
Niggas claim to be brothers
Then they leave your side
Don't question me, cause I'm rhetorical
I hold the Oracle, changing your horoscope
Practice a moral code, eat her like double stuffed oreos
We don't claim you, you belong on the Maury show
When I die bury me in a memorial
F*ck that
Bury me underwater
Eventually I'll be in every single water bottle
While sending every single hydro car full throttle
You and I (UNI) don't get along, got Marcus Garvey turning his gravestone home
Yes I've grown, now they groan homophones
Then phone home
Hot wheels on the beat
And you never finna beat that, I'm gone
Goodbye
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Writer: At-N Ausara-Lasaru
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