Yeah yeah Ryah
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
I'm tellin I'm tellin yeah, tellin tellin yeah
I'm tellin I'm tellin yeah, tellin tellin yeah
Fah doo doo doo, this hoe go round' like hulahoop
Smoking ganja, good boof.
Kick off that pack boot that shit like a punter
OKC Ryah he's bringing the thunder
Oh yeah , I put on the swag a stunner
Hit from the back make her shake like a stutter
Bitches be saying im smooth like some butter. She said that im pretty get it from my mother.
Pretty boy swag haha
Only do one night, no I cant wife like nah nah
She left me on delivered I don't think I am her type, nah nah. Yeah, pass her right to smuex, he gon' bite
I got that gen 5, on my hip don't like to fight, nah nah
Rockin' Abuse, she says she like my fit on sight, ha ha
Okay, I lock her pussy up, now she says she want more rounds
Yeah, she want more rounds Take that lil' bitch to the back, she gettin pound
Hundred rounds in this bitch, yeah, it take you down
That lil' bitch wanna f*ck, she f*ck with the sound
Brand new jag, whip this bitch around town
And they sad, they can't get her bag now
Brand new hermes jeans and thoom he rockin' rick
Ryah take you down, yeah, he hit you with that stick
Your bitch tell you she don't wanna f*ck, she suck my dick
Yeah, I put the swag on, then I pose for a pic
And your bitch all up in my mentions, postin' all my shit
If you saw my dms with her, it would make you sick
Yeah, Glock with a switch, it'll push your shit back quick
Yeah, puffing' on this blunt, yeah, that's my quick fix
Codeine with the sprite, that's my mix
Yeah, and my name Smuex, I tote a stick
And my name Thoom, my slime just slid
Got these bitches tryna f*ck, cause they see bands on my hip
Put Balenci on my fit, in it bitch too lit
Slow down droppin all that shit, yeah, ain't get no clicks
Go 200 in my whip, I'm gon' crash that shit
Spilled the drank up on my rick , shit ain't nothin
Got your life savings on my fit, f*ckin' with Ryah
Best believe your ass gon' get hit, rolled up like a spliff
Yeah, your bitch think I'm the shit, she see how much I'm gettin
Now she tryna get it in, tryna f*ck on XOH
But these hoes aint worth a cent, f*ck the bullshit
I ain't stressin' for the win, gotta let em' know
Who the f*ck, runnin' shit again
thoomrsxoh - HULA HOOP (feat. SMUEX & Ryah) Lyrics
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Yeah yeah Ryah
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
I'm tellin I'm tellin yeah, tellin tellin yeah
I'm tellin I'm tellin yeah, tellin tellin yeah
Fah doo doo doo, this hoe go round' like hulahoop
Smoking ganja, good boof.
Kick off that pack boot that shit like a punter
OKC Ryah he's bringing the thunder
Oh yeah , I put on the swag a stunner
Hit from the back make her shake like a stutter
Bitches be saying im smooth like some butter. She said that im pretty get it from my mother.
Pretty boy swag haha
Only do one night, no I cant wife like nah nah
She left me on delivered I don't think I am her type, nah nah. Yeah, pass her right to smuex, he gon' bite
I got that gen 5, on my hip don't like to fight, nah nah
Rockin' Abuse, she says she like my fit on sight, ha ha
Okay, I lock her pussy up, now she says she want more rounds
Yeah, she want more rounds Take that lil' bitch to the back, she gettin pound
Hundred rounds in this bitch, yeah, it take you down
That lil' bitch wanna f*ck, she f*ck with the sound
Brand new jag, whip this bitch around town
And they sad, they can't get her bag now
Brand new hermes jeans and thoom he rockin' rick
Ryah take you down, yeah, he hit you with that stick
Your bitch tell you she don't wanna f*ck, she suck my dick
Yeah, I put the swag on, then I pose for a pic
And your bitch all up in my mentions, postin' all my shit
If you saw my dms with her, it would make you sick
Yeah, Glock with a switch, it'll push your shit back quick
Yeah, puffing' on this blunt, yeah, that's my quick fix
Codeine with the sprite, that's my mix
Yeah, and my name Smuex, I tote a stick
And my name Thoom, my slime just slid
Got these bitches tryna f*ck, cause they see bands on my hip
Put Balenci on my fit, in it bitch too lit
Slow down droppin all that shit, yeah, ain't get no clicks
Go 200 in my whip, I'm gon' crash that shit
Spilled the drank up on my rick , shit ain't nothin
Got your life savings on my fit, f*ckin' with Ryah
Best believe your ass gon' get hit, rolled up like a spliff
Yeah, your bitch think I'm the shit, she see how much I'm gettin
Now she tryna get it in, tryna f*ck on XOH
But these hoes aint worth a cent, f*ck the bullshit
I ain't stressin' for the win, gotta let em' know
Who the f*ck, runnin' shit again
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
I'm tellin I'm tellin yeah, tellin tellin yeah
I'm tellin I'm tellin yeah, tellin tellin yeah
Fah doo doo doo, this hoe go round' like hulahoop
Smoking ganja, good boof.
Kick off that pack boot that shit like a punter
OKC Ryah he's bringing the thunder
Oh yeah , I put on the swag a stunner
Hit from the back make her shake like a stutter
Bitches be saying im smooth like some butter. She said that im pretty get it from my mother.
Pretty boy swag haha
Only do one night, no I cant wife like nah nah
She left me on delivered I don't think I am her type, nah nah. Yeah, pass her right to smuex, he gon' bite
I got that gen 5, on my hip don't like to fight, nah nah
Rockin' Abuse, she says she like my fit on sight, ha ha
Okay, I lock her pussy up, now she says she want more rounds
Yeah, she want more rounds Take that lil' bitch to the back, she gettin pound
Hundred rounds in this bitch, yeah, it take you down
That lil' bitch wanna f*ck, she f*ck with the sound
Brand new jag, whip this bitch around town
And they sad, they can't get her bag now
Brand new hermes jeans and thoom he rockin' rick
Ryah take you down, yeah, he hit you with that stick
Your bitch tell you she don't wanna f*ck, she suck my dick
Yeah, I put the swag on, then I pose for a pic
And your bitch all up in my mentions, postin' all my shit
If you saw my dms with her, it would make you sick
Yeah, Glock with a switch, it'll push your shit back quick
Yeah, puffing' on this blunt, yeah, that's my quick fix
Codeine with the sprite, that's my mix
Yeah, and my name Smuex, I tote a stick
And my name Thoom, my slime just slid
Got these bitches tryna f*ck, cause they see bands on my hip
Put Balenci on my fit, in it bitch too lit
Slow down droppin all that shit, yeah, ain't get no clicks
Go 200 in my whip, I'm gon' crash that shit
Spilled the drank up on my rick , shit ain't nothin
Got your life savings on my fit, f*ckin' with Ryah
Best believe your ass gon' get hit, rolled up like a spliff
Yeah, your bitch think I'm the shit, she see how much I'm gettin
Now she tryna get it in, tryna f*ck on XOH
But these hoes aint worth a cent, f*ck the bullshit
I ain't stressin' for the win, gotta let em' know
Who the f*ck, runnin' shit again
Writer: Victor Mejia, Jaime lopez, Peter Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: thoomrsxoh
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Victor Mejia, Jaime lopez, Peter Thompson