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Hit 'Em Up Style (Oops!) (Trackmasters Remix)
Blu Cantrell, Foxy Brown
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Hehehehehehehe
Run the riddim!
Now for this creation, we need total dedication
Throughout the nation, crowd participation
Talk to 'em, Foxy
Trekmanes, give it to me
Chase vampire, mi seh chase vampire
Chase vampire, mi seh chase vampire
Who really wan come test Ras' Nana?
Spend your likkle dough, set your shit pon fire
Ain't hard to tell, Fox never fail
Remix with the homies from the ATL
Blue Cantrell, dippin' in the blue CL
Powder blue Gucci tee with the matchin' nails, ayy!
Platinum ankle with the matchin' sales, ayy!
We keep it drastic, shit on all y'all bastards
My hits is classic, flow's phenom
Bitches, grab your tits, niggas, blow that trom', ayy!
What today when the tables are turned?
Y'all could keep your rings, I got iller bling
A new drop-topper, in the yard, top shotta
Playboy, you done know, a buck shot ya
I don't need to be repaid for all the love I gave
So I'm wiping out the savings, maxing out the Visa
All because you cheated on me
I'm losing down, all day I'm on a shopping spree
For all your lyin' and your schemin', 'bout to have you screamin'
I'm buying up everything
There goes the dreams we used to say (Oops)
There goes the times we spent away (Oops)
There goes the love I had
But you cheated on me and that's for that now (Oops)
There goes the house we made a home (Oops)
There goes your love for leaving me alone (Oops)
For all the lies you told, this is what you're owed
Hey ladies, when your man wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash and spend him to the last dime
For all the hard times (Oops)
(Oh, oh) Went to Gucci and Prada (Oops)
(Oh, oh) Bought the whole enchilada (Oops)
(Oh, oh) If you wanna hit him up
Get the keys to the truck and go smash him up now (Oops)
The way I used to ride that dick proper (Oops)
Fuck around and have them niggas pop ya (Oops)
I've been patient, now I'm back with another one
No press, gangstas don't give statements
You're too blatant, Bentleys, Porsches, racin'
Take Rollies, Cartis, give 'em face lifts
I keep it real basic
Duke, I made you, why would I play you?
Chase vampire, mister chase vampire
Gettin' all your goods, then set 'em on fire
Cleanin' out your closet and makin' a deposit
I'm takin' it to the extreme
I'm tired from all the games you played, so I'm gettin' away
Having a fiesta with Soley and Mia
Takin' a vacation for free
There goes the dreams we used to say (Oops)
There goes the times we spent away (Oops)
There goes the love I had
But you cheated on me and that's for that now (Oops)
There goes the house we made a home (Oops)
There goes your love for leaving me alone (Oops)
For all the lies you told, this is what you're owed
Hey ladies, when your man wanna get buck wild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash and spend him to the last dime
For all the hard times (Oops)
(Oh, oh) Went to Gucci and Prada (Oops)
(Oh, oh) Bought the whole enchilada (Oops)
(Oh, oh) If you wanna hit him up
Get the keys to the truck and go smash him up now (Oops)
Hey ladies, when your man wanna get buck wild (Oh)
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash and spend him to the last dime
For all the hard times (Oops)
(Oh, oh) Went to Gucci and Prada (Oops)
(Oh, oh) Bought the whole enchilada (Oops)
(Oh, oh) If you wanna hit him up
Get the keys to the truck and go smash him up now
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