WOO Forever
Nine shots in the Wuger, uh
Uh, I'm in the Murcielago (Murcielago)
But we doin' hits at the Tahoe (Brrt, baow)
I make her drink from the bottle (Bottle)
We make a move and they follow (Follow, follow, follow)
She wanna fuck, I know (I know)
I'm in love with my bitch, still got feelings for my side hoe
Wanna beef with the gang? I tell them niggas to sign up (Sign up)
She pickin' and choosin'
I told that bitch make her mind up (Make her mind up)
Look (Look), I got on all the designer (Woo)
We hit 'em up, we sit 'em back, recline 'em
Nine shots, I give these bitches the drool on me (Drool on me)
I went to school wit' the tool on me (Got the tool on me)
I'm wit' some shuvi that shoot for me (Woah)
I pop out, I'm makin' your boo horny (Ha)
She wanna fuck, she gotta go link the gang first (Link the gang first)
She callin' me M 'cause that's what
I told her my name worth (Name worth)
Look, look, lost Pop and the pain hurt (Pain hurt)
Tryna stay focused, I drink on this liquor and take Percs (Woo)
Two steppin', I hit it first, we don't do seconds
Come to the fulfill, see your new check in
Clase Azul 'fore the mood set in (Look, look)
I link her once, kiss on her neck, get it too wetter (Mwah, mwah)
He doin' bad, that nigga a clown, gotta do better
She think she my bitch, G'd you (G'd you)
No, we don't fuck wit' them people (People)
I been outside, 2009, I had it tucked in the feaces (Baow)
She outta line, I'll break her spine
I'll put that bitch in a foetal (Wait)
When you make them posts
Do not compare me, none of these niggas my equal (Equal)
Uh, I'm in the Murcielago (Murcielago)
But we doin' hits at the Tahoe (Brrt, baow)
I make her drink from the bottle (Bottle)
We make a move and they follow (Follow, follow, follow)
She wanna fuck, I know (I know)
I'm in love with my bitch, still got feelings for my side hoe
Wanna beef with the gang? I tell them niggas to sign up (Sign up)
She pickin' and choosin'
I told that bitch make her mind up (Make her mind up)
Look (Look), I got on all the designer (Woo)
We hit 'em up, we sit 'em back, recline 'em
Uh, I'm in the Murcielago (Murcielago)
But we doin' hits at the Tahoe (Brrt, baow)
I make her drink from the bottle (Bottle)
We make a move and they follow (Follow, follow, follow)
She wanna fuck, I know (I know)
I'm in love with my bitch, still got feelings for my side hoe
Wanna beef with the gang? I tell them niggas to sign up (Sign up)
She pickin' and choosin'
I told that bitch make her mind up (Make her mind up)
Look (Look), I got on all the designer (Woo)
We hit 'em up, we sit 'em back, recline 'em
Nine shots, I give these bitches the drool on me (Drool on me)
I went to school wit' the tool on me (Got the tool on me)
I'm wit' some shuvi that shoot for me (Woah)
I pop out, I'm makin' your boo horny (Ha)
She wanna fuck, she gotta go link the gang first (Link the gang first)
She callin' me M 'cause that's what
I told her my name worth (Name worth)
Look, look, lost Pop and the pain hurt (Pain hurt)
Tryna stay focused, I drink on this liquor and take Percs (Woo)
Two steppin', I hit it first, we don't do seconds
Come to the fulfill, see your new check in
Clase Azul 'fore the mood set in (Look, look)
I link her once, kiss on her neck, get it too wetter (Mwah, mwah)
He doin' bad, that nigga a clown, gotta do better
She think she my bitch, G'd you (G'd you)
No, we don't fuck wit' them people (People)
I been outside, 2009, I had it tucked in the feaces (Baow)
She outta line, I'll break her spine
I'll put that bitch in a foetal (Wait)
When you make them posts
Do not compare me, none of these niggas my equal (Equal)
Uh, I'm in the Murcielago (Murcielago)
But we doin' hits at the Tahoe (Brrt, baow)
I make her drink from the bottle (Bottle)
We make a move and they follow (Follow, follow, follow)
She wanna fuck, I know (I know)
I'm in love with my bitch, still got feelings for my side hoe
Wanna beef with the gang? I tell them niggas to sign up (Sign up)
She pickin' and choosin'
I told that bitch make her mind up (Make her mind up)
Look (Look), I got on all the designer (Woo)
We hit 'em up, we sit 'em back, recline 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Szymon Swiatczak, Rahlique Devawn Wilks, Brandon Espin
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