LaFlareboi, DGX - Ouu Lyrics

Talking bout the bag I done get, yeah
Talking bout the money I done spent, yeah
All the niggas, they snitching, they feds
Yeah
Bout to light a blunt erase you off my head
I cannot feel cause I’m off of the meds
Got the Louis V pants yeah that drip in my veins
Bae I’m sorry if I am the source of your pain
Sipping this lean cause it’s good for the pain
You done changed me a lot, I a'int gone be the same
Young nigga staking these bands like it’s bread
Wrist thunderstorm, am bout to start a fucken hurricane
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Uh, every day is my birthday
Why she calling me, lil bitch we done you throw back Thursday
Talking all that shit, but yo lil chain was bought on eBay
Steady finessing, young nigga balling, check the replay
Better keep your girl close, I might take your bitch today
He a mini me, yeah that lil nigga is my student
Only talking money, that’s the language that I’m fluent
Main bitch my world, and my side bitch the star
Money long like limousine, stay sipping that Promethazine
Ouu
Like ouu
Yeah ouu
Like ouu
Ouu
Ouu
Gotta flex right now that’s a note
Shawty she been thinking, baby I don’t even know
Do I have love for you I don’t even know
Baby you the only thing that keep me on control
I can’t fuck with these bitches, they keep on lying
I can’t understand, why the bitch just gone keep on crying
Its like the tears at they eye they keep on hurting my soul
I was like young I didn’t understand
Ouu
Understand how relationships go
Shawty she a mad, she keep throwing up a free throw
I be like ouu, what you want tho
I be tryin do my own thing tho
Keep it on control
Busy playing me like a damn remote control
Big ole five percent ten in my fucken cargo's
I don’t want nobody be stuck him as a no no
I don’t like no star cause gotta put it in the bag
Put in on bag, ridding around cash
Riding around with the cash
Look these mad
They be so jealous I don’t understand
I got so many fucken hundreds I really cant stand
Gotta get me more
Bout to light a blunt erase you off my head
I cannot feel cause I’m off of the meds
Got the Louis V pants yeah that drip in my veins
Bae I’m sorry if I am the source of your pain
Sipping this lean cause it’s good for the pain
You done changed me a lot, I aint gone be the same
Young nigga staking these bands like it’s bread
Wrist thunderstorm, am bout to start a fucken hurricane
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!

Talking bout the bag I done get, yeah
Talking bout the money I done spent, yeah
All the niggas, they snitching, they feds
Yeah
Bout to light a blunt erase you off my head
I cannot feel cause I’m off of the meds
Got the Louis V pants yeah that drip in my veins
Bae I’m sorry if I am the source of your pain
Sipping this lean cause it’s good for the pain
You done changed me a lot, I a'int gone be the same
Young nigga staking these bands like it’s bread
Wrist thunderstorm, am bout to start a fucken hurricane
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Uh, every day is my birthday
Why she calling me, lil bitch we done you throw back Thursday
Talking all that shit, but yo lil chain was bought on eBay
Steady finessing, young nigga balling, check the replay
Better keep your girl close, I might take your bitch today
He a mini me, yeah that lil nigga is my student
Only talking money, that’s the language that I’m fluent
Main bitch my world, and my side bitch the star
Money long like limousine, stay sipping that Promethazine
Ouu
Like ouu
Yeah ouu
Like ouu
Ouu
Ouu
Gotta flex right now that’s a note
Shawty she been thinking, baby I don’t even know
Do I have love for you I don’t even know
Baby you the only thing that keep me on control
I can’t fuck with these bitches, they keep on lying
I can’t understand, why the bitch just gone keep on crying
Its like the tears at they eye they keep on hurting my soul
I was like young I didn’t understand
Ouu
Understand how relationships go
Shawty she a mad, she keep throwing up a free throw
I be like ouu, what you want tho
I be tryin do my own thing tho
Keep it on control
Busy playing me like a damn remote control
Big ole five percent ten in my fucken cargo's
I don’t want nobody be stuck him as a no no
I don’t like no star cause gotta put it in the bag
Put in on bag, ridding around cash
Riding around with the cash
Look these mad
They be so jealous I don’t understand
I got so many fucken hundreds I really cant stand
Gotta get me more
Bout to light a blunt erase you off my head
I cannot feel cause I’m off of the meds
Got the Louis V pants yeah that drip in my veins
Bae I’m sorry if I am the source of your pain
Sipping this lean cause it’s good for the pain
You done changed me a lot, I aint gone be the same
Young nigga staking these bands like it’s bread
Wrist thunderstorm, am bout to start a fucken hurricane
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!