Video Oh Really de Agajon 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Agajon - Oh Really Lyrics

[Intro: Guapdad 4000]
Oh, why you doing— why you calling me right now?
Shit

[Chorus: Joyce Wrice]
Oh, really?
I see you hittin' my phone
Oh, really?
Say that you love my songs
Oh, really?
Knowing back then, couldn't get a response
Shine, shine, now I'm on
Bitch can't do no wrong (Oh)
I'll take you out, write you off (Oh)
Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh)
I paved the path that I'm on, really (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, really? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah)

[Verse 1: Guapdad 4000]
Turn it down, the weed loud, might wake the neighbors
Get it on, I think a nigga ran out of paper
Okay, lil' buddy
They wasn't there when I used to be dusty
Niggas like, "How you do this on your own?"
Even if I tell 'em I'm too hard to copy, copy?
This mеant my music don't copy
Used to be pimpin' like Scotty
Usеd to handin' out favors, now it's, "Fuck you, give me my money"
She love the way that I dress, uh
Shoes cost more than your check
Fly to LA on a jet, uh
I let God take care of the rest
Yeah, I spent a bag on the necklace
'Cause I was rappin' on my sofa while niggas stood at intersections
Life is filled with blessings, passenger of the Benzes
I think I created a monster, she don't fuck with no pedestrians
[Chorus: Joyce Wrice]
Oh, really?
I see you hittin' my phone
Oh, really?
Say that you love my songs
Oh, really?
Knowing back then, couldn't get a response
Shine, shine, now I'm on
Bitch can't do no wrong (Oh)
I'll take you out, write you off (Oh)
Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh)
I paved the path that I'm on, really
Oh, really?

[Verse 2: Guapdad 4000]
(It's a check)
I just been lost in my head lately (Yeah)
Somebody send me a prayer maybe (Pray)
Don't worry, I'm sorry I couldn't make it (Sorry)
Save me a seat at the dinner table (Seat)
I'm in the back like I'm on the payroll (Back)
Talkin' to white people at a stable (White)
Niggas was hatin', but that's okay though (Yeah)
Way I been ballin', I feel like a dunk (Yeah)
Shooter gon' hawk him, he shoot like Halo (Shoot)
Then it was over
Bitch, I'm a soldier (Woo)
I thought I told you
I'm finna go up (Yeah)
Up in the wind like a super (Up)
How have I been? Baby, super
I'm in the house, Mister Cooper
Pick up my bae, I'ma swoop her
I just might nut on her FUPA
Look, I'm drivin' in the Batman coupe (Yeah)
Feel like Pippen in the backhand too (Yeah)
Niggas flexin', nigga, I flex too (Yeah)
Watching can-cans in Cancun (Ooh)
I could get money in these streets (Mmm)
Or be TC in NFTs (Yeah)
Looking very flee in my fleece (Yeah)
Baby wanna sit on my face
[Chorus: Joyce Wrice]
Oh, really?
I see you hittin' my phone
Oh, really?
Say that you love my songs
Oh, really?
Knowing back then, couldn't get a response
Shine, shine, now I'm on
Bitch can't do no wrong (Oh)
I'll take you out, write you off (Oh)
Can't stand a fake double-cross (Oh)
I paved the path that I'm on, really
Oh, really?

[Outro: Lou Phelps & Guapdad 4000]
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Better stop playin' these games, yeah
Oh, really?
You ain't never done me like this
Oh
They don't got no clue
Got shit do deal with, but that is on you
Yeah
Yeah
You act like you never heard
No, talkin' bout, yeah, uh, what, I don't know
Whatever