Oh My(Remix) - Trey Songz

Oh My (Remix) - Trey Songz
Oh my oh my oh oh my god
My ni**a you see that a** upon that broad
Dumb dumb dumb
That booty so retarded
And when it come to this r'n'b sh*t I'm the hardest regardless
You the one girl you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
And it ain't no competition you got it
I want it I'm on it
You make me wanna say
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
That booty bumping oh my that booty bumping
You know me I do my thang with the women
I Make her body purr when I'm touching on the kitten
Booty so round waist so skinny
Hit in on the balcony with your face to the city
Face so pretty heels so high that I face your titties
Mouth so dry I could taste your titties
Girl I'm a hit it right have faith no Biggie
Oh my I'm so high
Come and be one of Tremaine angels fly
The sky is the limit I been fly for a minute
And the girls say I'm fast so rewind it a minute
GO
I want you on my team we be like Charlie Sheen
Winning this life of sinning where women be liking women
And men is like ripping lemons
Sour when I pass by wait till I'm in them denims
I'm a hit that a** LIKE
You the one girl you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
And it ain't no competition you got it
I want it I'm on it
You make me wanna say
Oh my Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my Oh my
That booty bumping oh my that booty bumping
Shawty you the one ain't too many choices
Louis on my feet cost me ten pairs of Air Forces
When you mention me know my girls are really gorgeous
I be all up in the cut like some neosporin
Tity two chains I got my name on my upholstery
Married to the streets ain't no way you can divorce it
Got the ceiling crack so I'm shining like an ocean
Got them racks on top of racks like I was hanging in a closet
Hol up Hol up pause it
Flows that will make you nauseous
Got a girl with a back so big and an a** so big look like shes crawling
Balling balling spalding
Yeah we Chris Paulin'
I just call her boo but I met her at the mall
Me and DJ Drama add another comma
I put it in her ribs and say I'm working on her stomach
This girl I'm with' she mine the girl you with she mine
I put her a** on top then I press recline
You the one girl you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
And it ain't no competition you got it
I want it I'm on it
You make me wanna say
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
That booty bumping oh my that booty bumping
Now I'm who all these bad b**ches gripping
B**ch niggas dissin Finally Famous Over Everything is still the mission
P**sy ni**a you a p**sy so who the hell is you kiddin' (Get it )
Here you taking shots now what the f**k is you sipping
Ni**a I'm at the tippy I run my city then run in the club they bringing my liccy
I pull down her zippy I'm all in her viccies she calling me Biggy
I'm calling her silly
Never slip cause I'm rollin' up sticky she gave me her iccy
Girl you the baddest
I promise I'm picky and even if we f**k I promise that you ain't f**king with me
Bad b**ches know what's up she tells me that she love me
I tell her join the club
D-Town reppin till I die hoe chilling on the top floor
You the one girl you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
And it ain't no competition you got it
I want it I'm on it
You make me wanna say
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my