Lyrics Woah... - Malcolm Nash

Woah
Woah
Woah, who
Kosher

Woah
Woah
Woah, who
Kosher

Woah
Woah
Woah, who
Kosher

Woah
Woah

Got a bag of that
Good on me

Rolling now & later

Got a bad foreign
Next to me
Dressed like she a skater

Thought you knew
Not to sleep on me

Stop with all the hating

Went to school
Didn't learn a thing

Still be stacking paper

Hit my line get your package sent

Coming in it's immaculate

Making plays
Colin Kaepernick

Never smoking nothing average

Never drinking on that activist

Only thing that is active kid
Is my money flow
Got different passages

Woah
Woah
Woah, who

Woah
Woah
Woah,
Woah, who

Kosher

Woah
Woah
Woah, who

Kosher

Woah

Got a bag of that
Good on me

Rolling now & later

Got a bad foreign
Next to me
Dressed like she a skater

Thought you knew
Not to sleep on me

Stop with all the hating

Went to school
Didn't learn a thing

Still be stacking paper

Got a bag of that
Good on me

Rolling now & later

Got a bad foreign
Next to me
Dressed like she a skater

Thought you knew
Not to sleep on me

Stop with all the hating

Went to school
Didn't learn a thing

Still be stacking paper

Money comes & go's
Same way with these hoes
Same way with my flows

I mix it up
Like I'm stirring a pot

From dusk to dawn
Never watching my clock

You silly rabbit
I see what you plotting

Them tricks you playing
Yeah you need to just stop it

Come correct
Don't you come outta pocket

Man fuck the bullshit
Cause I'm making deposits

Woah
Woah
Woah, who

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah, who

Kosher

Woah
Woah
Woah, who

Kosher

Woah

Got a bag of that
Good on me

Rolling now & later

Got a bad foreign
Next to me
Dressed like she a skater

Thought you knew
Not to sleep on me

Stop with all the hating

Went to school
Didn't learn a thing

Still be stacking paper

Got a bag of that
Good on me

Rolling now & later

Got a bad foreign
Next to me
Dressed like she a skater

Thought you knew
Not to sleep on me

Stop with all the hating

Went to school
Didn't learn a thing

Still be stacking paper

& we getting digits

Love my city

Riding around the ville
Yeah homies always with me

Watching for the snakes
Cause I know they in grass

Only time they popping up
Is when they see we really eating

I'm receding

Take your thoughts back
I don't need them

Take a deep breathe
Then proceeding

So many people wanna claim
That they always have my back

But when the shit hits the fan
You ain't no where to be seen
Damn

Woah
Woah
Woah, who

Kosher

Woah
Woah
Woah, who

Kosher

Woah
Woah
Woah, who

Kosher

Woah