Oh I Lyrics - Game

[Intro] 

Bongo by the way 

[Chorus: Jeremih] 

Oh, my 

You keep that to yourself 

Oh, my 

You don't trust no one else 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

[Verse 1: The Game] 

Met her backstage at a Tiller show 

She said I got a reputation, I'm that nigga though 

She tryna play hard to get, but I'ma get it though 

She say she ain't that type of girl, she sendin' pictures though 

She get naked on the Snap 'cause it disappear 

I seen that pussy for a sec' and I say, "Bring it here" 

See the way that I'ma fuck you, you ain't ever did 

I'ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain't ever scared 

Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs? 

I'm hopin' you there 'cause all that we got is trust 

You got friends, they don't fuck with me like that 

So in return, I don't fuck with 'em right back 

I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two 

But I'm only fuckin' you, what you goin' through? 

Now you mad, textin' in all caps 

Like I just didn't put my kids on your back 

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[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn] 

Oh, my 

You keep that to yourself 

The way you do it, baby 

It's drivin' me crazy 

Oh, I 

You don't trust no one else 

The way you do it, baby 

It's drivin' me crazy 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

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[Verse 2: Young Thug] 

I'm so gone off your love, I'm so gone 

I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (aw yeah) 

I'm so gone off your love and you know 

I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (I'm so gone) 

I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh) 

Pour my heart inside your double cup 

Out the park when the first batter up 

I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let's go, ayy) 

I wanna see your boobs [?] some jewelry beads 

Black diamonds in your chain, you a [?] 

Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin' 

Eighty thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin 

Workin', 800 in a bag, you ain't worth it 

Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin'? (She workin') 

No climax from your man? He ain't worth it 

Hundred racks on purses, she's mine 

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn] 

Oh, my 

You keep that to yourself 

The way you do it, baby 

It's drivin' me crazy 

Oh, my 

You don't want no one else 

The way you do it, baby 

It's drivin' me crazy 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

[Bridge: Jeremih] 

Hell yes 

Her body talkin' to a nigga, say less 

I'm fuckin' up her weave, need a hair net 

I'ma put your body on bed rest 

Late nights, took her out to Maestro's 

She can get the lobster for the backstroke 

You know how to love it when I ask though 

Make a nigga feel good that it's the last stroke 

[Chorus: Jeremih & Sevyn] 

Oh, my 

You keep that to yourself 

The way you do it, baby 

It's drivin' me crazy 

Oh, my 

You don't want no one else 

The way you do it, baby 

It's drivin' me crazy 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah