Andy Tyler - Oso Foggamatic Lyrics

Ladies and gentlement
This is, the best rapper alive
Forerunners baby!
Clean, bling (wooo)
Yeah
(Uptown style)
Fore, fore, fore, fore, fore
Fore, fore, fore, fore, fore, fore (We got it goin' on)
Forerun', fore-runners (For all my player niggas, for all my ladies getting jiggy)
Runners, runners, runners, runners, runners
Forerunners
Fore, fore, fore, fore, forerunners
Ugh ugh (them boys are hard)
The Hizzo
Izzay

Boom boom,
Rave to the chune
I'm sick, my style in full bloom
Bombshells croon
'Make pum pum spume
Then get goin'
Cold like Winnipeg
Chick from Trinidad
Butt naked in my bed
Downright chilly, they love, they stan
Oso cold like Iceberg Slim
Team on my back
Gotta make their wrists turn platnum
Fashion? I'm breezing through that
My looks never slip through the cracks
Im a damn sensation
And this shit'll make your epidermis turn blue
Yeah, that boy right here is that cool
And he's here to stay
Way too cold that my body's forming ice fogs
Im foggy like when the lake's frozen
Foggin' with all those fresh clothes
I'm surrounded by a thick smoke
And, bitches be sweatin me
They be harassin me
They want a orgy
Been told you that this dick aint free
This great face makes hearts pace
They winding back the tapes
They feel my sense of taste
You still on Kaws and Bapes
Of styling; Im a symbol
Two sparklers on both of my earlobs
In the wardrob I got the crack
What Im dressed in the damn coke
Custom made fits
The get-up straight drips
I mean, come on now
Don't front now
Who's the foggiest up in the conpound?
In Paris they love the boy
Manchester they love boy
They compliment my hair, my clothes
I steady keep them pussies moist, aye
In Prada's last collection
I Align a lign of vixens
I got the livest section
FR's upnext up, sport
And this is not no minor flexing
It's ballin' at its finest state
Hushankas and russian clothes
So cold I'm freezing ears and toes
I be on my style and kill shit
Flows stay cold like Kwame Browns benches
Yohji on the shoes that's rare shit
While you stay in hypebeast f*ck shit
Woo, this shit putting knots in your stomach
Dont bring your bummy ass round me
My shit is definitely certy
Dawg, this style got a crazy range
I'm throroughly glam
Only rock emerging brands
Outta space: Christopher Kane
Farzaneh straight from Iran
Flex so much your heart can't take it
Arsed and hating
Bow 'for greatness
That's me on a day to day
Basis, be that as it may

Im bound to flex
The style, 'bless
Owwww
Fresh
Best-dressed
De gyal dem pree
Get luv fi mi
Always laced in finery
Oso foggamatic
I'm like a blizzard when I burst on the scene
Im bound to flex
The style, 'bless
Owwww
Fresh
Best-dressesed
It's ridiculous

I'm styling
On my Denis Rodman
FRH up next, we the livest
Prada'ed up
Cold as f*ck
Look me up
Aye, aye
Nonone can fade him
That's the gotdamn icing on the cake