Whoa!

Whoa, whoa
You don't know me
We ain't friends
Why you acting like my homie?
Whoa, whoa
Another bad ho
She said she like
But what the fuck do I know?
Whoa, whoa
Girl, I like you
Cute face and I bet that pussy tight too
Whoa, whoa
Baby, I'ma blow
Come say "What's up"
When I pull up for another show

This a lucid dream
Livin' through a screen
I can't feel a thing when I'm wildin' off a bean
I just wanna know why I wanna fly away
Put my mind to sleep
Wake me up another day, yeah
Yeah, you the only reason that I day dream
World in my head just for you to save me
Yeah, you've been all I'm thinking bout' lately
Makes me sad 'cause you only know the fake me

Whoa, whoa
You don't know me
We ain't friends
Why you acting like my homie?
Whoa, whoa
Another bad ho
She said she like me
But what the fuck do I know
Whoa, whoa
Girl, I like you
Cute face and I bet that pussy tight too
Whoa, whoa
Baby, I'ma blow
Come say "What's up"
When I pull up for another show

Aye, whoa
'Fore I pull up to another show
Every time I'm with your bitch she's taking off her clothes
Fuck a deuce
Poured a four
Movin' too slow
Fuck a jug
Fuck a lick
Already countin' dough
Counting bread, bread, bread
Red dot, leave 'em dead
In my bed, bed, bed
While your girl gimme head
Leave you on read, read, read
Get the fuck up out my texts
We up next, next, next
Spendin' bands
Runnin' checks

Whoa, whoa
You don't know me
We ain't friends
Why you acting like my homie?
Whoa, whoa
Another bad ho
She said she like me
But what the fuck do I know?
Whoa, whoa
Girl, I like you
Cute face and I bet that pussy tight too
Whoa, whoa
Baby, I'ma blow
Come say "What's up"
When I pull up for another show



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Richard Rae
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