Christo Amp - Ouu (feat. Nolan Foster)

(uh)
Yea, Champ (uh, yea)
Yea (uh, yea, uh)
(uh)
Clean on a bitch like, uh (yea, uh)
Clean on a bitch like, uh, what? (uh, yea)
Okay I dab on a hoe like fuck it
Get her number then fuck her with a gold rubber
I ain't tryna meet your fam, I ain't your man
I ain't tryna meet your brother (what?)
Love my mama to death
She told me no girl can handle me yet (uh huh)
Champagne all on my breath (what?)
Back wood lit, nigga (what?)
Wait, wait, wait, wait (yea)
Christo counting up cake
Probably going to show up late
Niggas' going to hate (fuck you all)
I'm a look good everyday
Now just good, I'm great, that's just my fate
Got caught up with case
Had a deuce-deuce by the waist
Let the coupe ventilate
Niggas' don't ever really do what they say
They just going to lie when the truth in their face, like
Uh, clean on a bitch like, uh, what?
Clean on a bitch like ouu
Uh, clean on a bitch like, uh, what?
Clean on a bitch like ouu
These niggas' they know how I do
They bitches they know how I do (yea)
Too much sauce, got juice (uh huh)
Clean on a bitch like ouu
Okay I dab on a hoe like
Pull up clean like
A nigga too clean
In my pocket
In my wallet
Got blue cheese, uh
I cut off my True Religions'
I'm makin' a new religion
It's all about counting digits
And fuckin' these bitches to make them richer, uh
(the champ is here)
I love with 20's them hundred, 50's, yea
(the champ is here)
Uh , nigga, I grind, when I grind I get it
I'm 'bout my paper, I'm 'bout my business
Clean on a bitch like I'm washing dishes
Drinking the liquor that kill my liver
Always a winner, no competition, I'm just
Uh, clean on a bitch like, uh, what
Clean on a bitch like ouu
Uh, clean on a bitch like, uh, what
Clean on a bitch like ouu
These niggas' they know how I do
They bitches they know how I do (yea)
Too much sauce, got juice (uh huh)
Clean on a bitch like ouu
Drinking my drank
Blowing my weed
Fuck did you think
I'm still doin' me
Pullin' up clean
But, I dab like fuck it
Oh, that's your girl
No, I won't cuff it
That's bro code, you should know though
Blowing smoke to the ozone, like oh no
How high can we go? So
Leveled up from that GoPro
Then I went pro
Had to change the game
In the city, now they know they name
Uh, clean on a bitch like, uh, what
Clean on a bitch like ouu
Uh, clean on a bitch like, uh, what
Clean on a bitch like ouu
These niggas' they know how I do
They bitches they know how I do (yea)
Too much sauce, got juice (uh huh)
Clean on a bitch like ouu
Say what? (ouu)
Ouu, yea
Say what? (ouu)
Uh huh, uh huh (do)
Uh huh, uh huh (ouu)
*phone beep*
Chris, where are you
I thought I were gonna clean your room

Written by:
Christopher Amponsah, Nolan Foster

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