100 lyrics for "Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah"
Ooh oh, ooh oh Hip-Hop in the summer (What? What? What?) Don't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?) Be my undercover lover, babe, hmm (What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah, what? What? What?) High tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?) Don't
PlayNew York, New York, New York, New York oh In the streets of New York (New York state of mind) (New York, New York) New York, New York, New York In the Streets of New York Nasty, yeah, yeah (New York, New York) Hey yo black it's time again, yeah, yeah
PlayI said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read
PlayBaby, what'd I say? Tell your momma, tell your pa, Gonna move you back to Arkansas. All right, baby what'd I say? Whoa, all right, baby what'd I say? Oh baby, oh baby. All right, baby, what'd I say? Oh, all right, yeah. Yeah, what'd I say?
PlayDon't care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage Miley Cyrus, catchin' bodies Don't care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage Ooh yeah, Miley, Miley yeah, let's get it Ooh, Miley Cyrus Ooh yeah, Miley Cyrus Wayne's World
PlayI almost fell in love with a thottie (oh) My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (ooh) Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (oh) I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (come to the light)
PlayAll day long Now come on woman, come follow me home Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight They been slaughtering upon the stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really like to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries
PlayI'm so obsessed With the way that your lips Kiss me like crazy Oh, you amaze me When you walk in the room Yeah, I'm a mess Girl, I confess You got me losing it You know it
PlayBaby I know better (baby you work it) I know better I need one, so bring me some, oh Quee knows better, than to turn off your song Run this shit back (baby, you baby) I know better, you fine (more than fine) Hmm, aw yeah
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