Oooh Lyrics - Pusha T

White bitches, white girls, white drugs 

Black girls don't do it but my type does 

Fuck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand 

Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat 

E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her knees 

White gargle yellow fuckin' bumblebees 

Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse 

So much fuckin' white make Darth Vader have a dimmer force 

But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse 

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse 

Blacc Friday, fuck a Nigga Friday, umm 

Wolf Gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort 

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort 

Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang 

With a white box logo with a couple stains 

From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray 

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Oh wow, Obilivion stump 

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk 

What the fuck? Gee Willikers and no I'm not drunk 

I could have sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch 

Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories 

I'm not a murderer, this occurance that is happenin' 

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation 

See I'm a good guy but when I see dead casualties 

My penis gets erected and my nipples are such aroused 

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house 

And three hours in the showers with the corpse 

I've ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what, umm 

Riley's body is entirely covered and tied up 

From my desire now look at the fuckin' irony 

I killed my manager with an iron 

All because the bitch finally decided to fire me 

Back at Travvy's house even though that faggot admires me 

All because I heard that he was talkin' to Danielle 

So now that I finally made that fags head handheld 

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail 

First letter says motherfucker you're dead 

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said 

And Just in Time your head is mine 

You crossed the fuckin' line like a dirty Mexicans 

Second letter read hey son it's me 

Fuck you, I'm a subject without my permission 

Third letter quote hey Ace I'm addicted to coke 

Wanna ask how I been so? 

I make songs about shit for attention 

Put them out randomly hopin' that I get some 

I got problems in my head that I want, no 

But I don't trust anybody, yeah no one 

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun 

Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm 

Hopefully the next album can help me out 

Cause I'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts 

So, I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed 

But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous 

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