Stefflon Don – Oochie Wally Freestyle (Video, Lyrics)

Watch Video, Listen, stream, and read the lyrics to Stefflon Don’s song titled the “Oochie Wally Freestyle”.

Stefflon Don Oochie Wally Freestyle

Stefflon Don borrows Nas’ flamboyance on this warmup that surfaced shortly before Secure went to press on Friday. The Oochy Wally catchline never really crystallized, because its purveyor understood its sexual undercurrent, from the start. The ideal mixture of sexual indulgence and lyricism can’t be fulfilled without a little restraint.

When J Cole bragged that he would put a foot in his lover’s pouch, and his kids on her couch, we were both startled and overstimulated. Shouldn’t the most graphic scenery come to life over a wordless exchange, or a simple nod? I rest my case. Stefflon Don unlike Cole exudes both charisma and sexual indulgence. In fact, she implies both in a X-Y scheme, the “Oochie Wally” is your chance to see what components she left out, by virtue of spending all her album resources so early in the game.

The freestyle session comes equipped with a visual component. Stefflon posts up in her ‘yard, bossing up next police officers. The dominant culture in England, represented by police officers and lawmakers making a deplorable effort to understand the UK hip hop community on its own terms. The video ends with Stefflon leading a chorus of fans in the singing of her songs.

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Lyrics

Position like a don boom flick pon the d— mek him c– quick
I be gettin money if you mad you a bum chick
40 on my wrist, looking lit, diamonds talk quick
When I do a show got the crowd doing mosh pits
B—- I’m in the 6
I ain’t never f—– for a feature or a come up even tho my p—- lit
Front cover s— and I ain’t got to run from the pigs
I’m legit, tell the hood I’m taking pics for a pitch
Weh yuh think
Looking like a star on my car
Got the keys to the Benz, you a 3 I’m a 10
You dead
F—— with my marge that’s 16 shots to you head leave you laying like the ikea bed
Big batty, big titi and big P
Got brains,yards and a company
Own my own masters no stopping me
One milli on a deal I’m a real g
Said it must be the money cuz it ain’t yo d—
Stacking money like real don and I’m thick
Put you mullah where your mouth is and stop chat s—
Made a Milli off the deal, said it twice cause I don’t give a s—
I remember when I use to bag the coco, paranoia had me looking through the window
Kept the food in my yard not the bando
N—- that was dumb, that was dumb but I was young doe
She got that regular swag, she only go f— for a fee, she only go run up ya tab
B—— wanna be me but they can’t be a boss
On my sash steff don, 5 minus 4 one
And I’m bad
They liking my pictures on IG (uhh), I know that these b—— don’t like me (uhh)
Are you with the stuff well I might be (don)
Shooting movies like spike lee
P—- clean, p—- eva get wet, whine inna dance, pon the edge pon the bed
Neva see a man weh run lef me yet
Inna hurtin me I was the girlfriend
OMG, LOL, him a type bare fuckry cause him cya spell
Him tell me seh him buddy black black but him face come out white like kartel
I’m a cop every hit list
I need a freaky n—- but I’m like biscuit
I be getting figures and it’s looking like digits
Platinum selling babygirl got a big hit, I got a big hit
Yea you got diamonds but they ain’t dancing like this
Cocky fi a send up inna p—- til it lick
If a b—- ever say I’m s— I bet her pissy s—
B—— wanna act like they cant see me but they see the chick
But let me sit back and rip this quick
I ain’t on about no hair when I clip the clip
I be all up in the front like a front lace wig
And if you b—— want war come and find the kid

*music continues*

AYYYY

Weh di blood claut

F— b—— (X3)

F— all these n—– …

F— b—— (X2)

F— all these n—– b—- I’m getting money