Lyrics Voodoo - Chris Messan
Hey,
hey
Shawty
got
that
voodoo
If
you
had
a
twin
baby,
I'd
still
have
to
choose
you
We
don't
do
the
trends,
baby,
who
we
gotta
prove
to?
You
know
we
locked
in,
we
connected
like
the
Bluetooth
Foreign
on
the
VIN,
this
some
shit
for
us
to
cruise
to
This
right
here
for
uh,
just
some
shit
for
her
to
groove
to
Slipping
off
your
Skims,
I'm
gon
put
you
in
the
mood
too
Only
way
I
win
is
if
a
nigga
never
lose
you
Swear
lil
baby
got
voodoo
She
keep
bringing
that
cake
'round,
that
shit
gon
make
me
go
cuckoo
Like
her
best
in
that
birthday,
she
don't
really
need
no
new
suit
Say
she
loving
my
word
play,
ain't
the
only
play
to
get
used
to
Still
look
good
on
her
worst
day,
bring
that
big
ol'
ass
and
come
lay
low
She
ain't
really
that
thick,
but
I
know
she
love
it
when
a
nigga
say
so
And
she
stay
up
out
the
mix,
running
up
the
bread,
playing
with
the
pesos
Never
worried
'bout
a
bitch,
shawty
way
ahead,
what
she
gotta
hate
for?
(You
know
she
don't)
Shawty
got
that
voodoo
If
you
had
a
twin
baby,
I'd
still
have
to
choose
you
We
don't
do
the
trends,
baby,
who
we
gotta
prove
to?
You
know
we
locked
in,
we
connected
like
the
Bluetooth
Foreign
on
the
VIN,
this
some
shit
for
us
to
cruise
to
This
right
here
for
uh,
just
some
shit
for
her
to
groove
to
Slipping
off
your
Skims,
I'm
gon
put
you
in
the
mood
too
Only
way
I
win
is
if
a
nigga
never
lose
you
You
got
that
voodoo
Come
put
a
spell
on
it
If
she
asked
me
to
rate
1 through
10,
I'd
probably
throw
12
on
it
'Cause
I'm
tryna
cuff,
you
get
it?
She
calling
my
bluff,
I
meant
it
We
been
on
a
run,
let's
rev
it
The
money
is
up,
let's
bet
it
She
don't
be
pulling
her
phone
out
(Nah)
She
don't
be
checking
the
bros
out
(Nah)
And
I
be
impressed,
the
way
that
she
dressed,
I
told
her
I'm
loving
her
loadout
And
when
we
step
out,
she
know
she
my
flex,
so
baby
girl
go
'head
and
show
out
And
when
we
get
back,
Imma
go
down
(Bring
that
ass
and
come
here)
Shawty
got
that
voodoo
If
you
had
a
twin
baby,
I'd
still
have
to
choose
you
We
don't
do
the
trends,
baby,
who
we
gotta
prove
to?
You
know
we
locked
in,
we
connected
like
the
Bluetooth
Foreign
on
the
VIN,
this
some
shit
for
us
to
cruise
to
This
right
here
for
uh,
just
some
shit
for
her
to
groove
to
Slipping
off
your
Skims,
I'm
gon
put
you
in
the
mood
too
Only
way
I
win
is
if
a
nigga
never
lose
you
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