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Woah
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That bitch seen my bankroll, she was like woah
I know she wanna glow up, baby, I ain't talkin' 'bout your clothes
Girl, get the fuck out my face if you ain't tryna go
Can't beef with a broke nigga, I'm 'bout my bankrolls
First time she seen me like woah
And when the opps see me, my whole dick's feeling like woah
Run up on me, get back like woah
And there's too many of y'all, so about two of y'all gettin' poled
Gettin' poled like woah
And all that money, them clothes and
Them cars, no, that shit ain't yours
Got a Glock 17 that blow
It blow like woah
Thots wearin' they best friend Pradas, girl, no, them not yours
Lookin' at y'all like woah
And we did 120, now we want 55 for a show
I throw them bottles like woah
And if you ain't got all money, we ain't showin' up to no shows
Woah
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Woah
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Woah
Woah
That bitch hit my dope, that bitch choked
I told that bitch don't fuck, I want throat
But bitch, after this top, you gotta go
I just blew some racks at the store
Can't eat shrimp at JB's no more
Just spent 1500 on this blow
Trappin' all summer 'til it snow
All white Forgis on the floor
All white mansion look like coke
Just got a 100 bricks fresh off the boat
They gon' super quick connect like woah
And these fuck niggas know I tote
I do a drill while she roll my smoke
This kickback from this nickel, I'm like woah
I sent some shots, I almost hit his throat
That fuck nigga lucky I was off the scope
I come back in the morning, won't miss no more
She seen me in the store, spendin' them rolls
She know I sell coke, just by my clothes
I'm smokin' good, this shit got me like
Woah
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Autor(en): Keith Cozart, Chris Barnett Copyright: Downtown Dlj Songs, Cb Mix Music, Concord Boulevard



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