Woah

Uhh
Woah, woah, woah

This bitch getting nasty
She tatted up on both her ass cheeks
Trying top fuck in the back seat
I'm swerving because her friend just grabbed me
I'm way too faded
I can't remember what her name is
But this shit banging
I might just have to make her famous

She drop it low, woah
Touching her toes
I got your bitch
She on a molly
She on a pole (she dancing) (skrt)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
She ride it fast
She ride it slow (skrt)
Then we go smoke (skrt, skrt)
Riding around geeked up (woo)
This ain't no four door
I don't want fame, I just want M's
I just want more dough (woo)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
I'm off the Henny
I can still aim, if they want smoke (brr, brr) (yeah)

I remember when I had to smoke them bitches to the roaches (uh)
Now I smoke till I be comatosing (uh uh)
I been overdosing
Got my whip
My drip
My bitch
My wrist
My stick from cross the ocean (haha)
I don't even want the shit no more (no)
If ain't it foreign (mmm)
That bitch boring (mmm mmm)
Got your hoe with me
She be whoring (yeah, yeah)
Got my stick with me incase they try to kick the door in
Bitch it's 4 in the morning
She say she want more M (more M, more M's)

She drop it low, woah
Touching her toes
I got your bitch
She on a molly
She on a pole (she dancing) (skrt)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
She ride it fast
She ride it slow (skrt)
Then we go smoke
Riding around geeked up (woo)
This ain't no four door
I don't want fame, I just want M's
I just want more dough (woo)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
I'm off the Henny
I can still aim, if they want smoke (brr, brr)
She drop it low, woah
Touching her toes
I got your bitch
She on a molly
She on a pole (mmm)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
She ride it fast
She ride it slow
Then we go smoke

(mmm)
(mmm, mmm, mmm)
(mmm, mmm)
(mmm, mmm, mmm)
(mmm, mmm, mmm)
(mmm, mmm)
(mmm, mmm, mmm)



Credits
Writer(s): Armand Bouillet
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