Zingah – OOO Lyrics

Lyrics For OOO By Zingah

[Intro]

[Chorus]
I tell her fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Think that I’m in love, ah
Think you feel just like a drug, ah
Got me feeling lawless
Might just wrap the night up with a mugshot, yeah
Think I’m feeling something love-like
But she got a man
He just wanna pay for bottles, he ain’t got a wave
He just tryna throw the racks on her
But she got a man
He just wanna pay for bottles, he ain’t got a wave
He just tryna throw the racks on her

[Post-Chorus]
She want the D, yeah I know
I told her “Please, get on the phone”
Meet me at the crib, I’m all alone (I’m by myself)
Fuck up the VIP, and then I’m gone

[Verse 1]
I see him runnin’ out of options, just throwin’ money out
Just calling mamis out, just jumpin’ on the couches
Clearly takin’ losses, cause we own this house
Always hold it down
All these hoes in here, we swimming like a dolphin
Baby, lets take this business to my office
I’ll hit up Porry, we can take this to the Lord’s crib (Church)
If you believe then let me sauce it
If you’re with the boss, just wait until I tell her…

[Chorus]
I tell her fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Think that I’m in love, ah
Think you feel just like a drug, ah
Got me feeling lawless
Might just wrap the night up with a mugshot, yeah
Think I’m feeling something love-like
But she got a man
He just wanna pay for bottles, he ain’t got a wave
He just tryna throw the racks on her
But she got a man
He just wanna pay for bottles, he ain’t got a wave
He just tryna throw the racks on her

[Post-Chorus]
She want the D, yeah I know
I told her “Please, get on the phone”
Meet me at the crib, I’m all alone (I’m by myself)
Fuck up the VIP, and then I’m gone

[Verse 2]
I see him runnin’ out of, (Options) ey options
I see him spittin’ game, but It’s horseshit
I’m on a different wave, hella saucy
I know you see me baby, so act accordingly
You fuckin’ with a be-e-e-east and I’m gone
So tell ’em off
Why’s It takin’ hella long? Cause I’m ready
I ain’t playin’, I won’t make it back [?]
Kinda crazy cause to bag her I don’t need the bag at all
Let her know, I tell her…

[Chorus]
I tell her fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Think that I’m in love, ah
Think you feel just like a drug, ah
Got me feeling lawless
Might just wrap the night up with a mugshot, yeah
Think I’m feeling something love-like
But she got a man
He just wanna pay for bottles, he ain’t got a wave
He just tryna throw the racks on her
But she got a man
He just wanna pay for bottles, he ain’t got a wave
He just tryna throw the racks on her

[Post-Chorus]
She want the D, yeah I know
I told her “Please, get on the phone”
Meet me at the crib, I’m all alone (I’m by myself)
Fuck up the VIP, and then I’m gone

[Outro]
I see him runnin’ out of options, just throwin’ money out
Just calling mamis out, just jumpin’ on the couches
Clearly takin’ losses, cause we own this house
Always hold it down
All these hoes in here, we swimming like a dolphin

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