Waptrick Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth Song Lyrics

  • [talking in background]

    [Obie Trice - talking]

    WOO!

    Damn ..

    There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy

    I'm about to get drunk

    Let's hold down, sleep

    Where the bar at?

    [crashing noise]

    [Verse 1]

    Okay, okie dokey Obie's here

    No more focus, hobo's got a career

    And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here

    And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear

    She erotic and it's hot, saw Heineken beer

    Put it to the side and invite here to "Cheers"

    Pull up a chair, swear no drama

    prepare player your workin with a MONSTER [yelling]

    I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the place

    Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state

    Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get

    But we found what's fate

    We can watch two incredible mates masterbate

    Why settle and wait

    Let's escalate to the nearest Super 8

    To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks

    C'mon

    [Chorus - 2X]

    So this is my favorite song

    Now sing along when the DJ throws it on

    And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep

    And wake up, [sound of water dropping], hopefully she got some teeth

    [Verse 2]

    Okay holy moly derriere

    Look around the club booty everywhere

    She caught me starin

    And my homies darin me to approach Karen

    She's model material, but she got a venereal

    Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal

    She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio

    The DJ's playin Obie song on the stereo

    And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home

    With the real thing not the dildo clone

    And I know I don't wanna be headin home

    With some double D's full of silicon

    Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside

    Found me outside, clown me outside

    'Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside

    Cussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]

    Okay rolie polies everywhere [horse naying noise]

    Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere

    Obesity's glarin and she got me fearin

    She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal [crunching noise]

    -ly, like a box of Cherrios

    Carry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls

    I'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder

    So better cover up that blubber or I'll split [feet running away noise]

    And I ain't got time to play

    Let's investigate another place today

    Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape

    Dresses pettite, no window drapes

    [Obie Trice - talking]

    Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans

    Got ya Opera and jeans

    Seems to me a little lean cuisine

    Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch

    [Chorus]

    [Outro - Obie Trice - talking]

    Haha, haha, ha

    You gotta have teeth baby

    It just wouldn't look right

    Look, me big lips ..

    You no teeth, it wouldn't work

    You know what I'm sayin

    Haha ha, yeah

    I'm feelin good

    Shady Record man

    Obie Trice

    C'mon

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