paroles de chanson Welcome To the Woo (STEELE MIX;The Woo Remix) - Austin Steele

Yeah
R.I.P Pop Smoke
New York
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Steele

When I get on a beat there ain't no discussion
My flow a blow to your head like you got a concussion
And speaking of head you know my baby go deep
But she keep it on low cause she want us discreet
So I rather not speak
I rather switch up my tone
Got big packs moving like the trap on my phone
Cause Steele the supplier that got your nose so high
Cause drugs I be moving make you touch the sky
And that's my music
That's my tone of voice
I turn a preacher to a sinner then that nigga rejoice
Cause I got that power
It's in the stroke of my pen
Now my wave moving fast like them arch in the wind
Hey (Huh)
Checkmate to all my kin sake
That hate on the kid I just facilitate
Giving y'all gems and gifts just like the Bible
Biblical in all my words only pope rival (Huh)
So let me not blow till I pop
And if a nigga want smoke I ain't ducking shot
Just keep it foggy and tell that nigga to leap
I take you under like wrestler have you rest in peace
Nigga (Nigga)

Have you rest in peace
I take you under like a wrestler have you rest in peace
Nigga (Nigga)
Have you rest in peace
I take you under like

She wanna fuck with the woo (Yeah)
She wanna fuck with the woo (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck with the woo (Hey)
She wanna fuck with the woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah
Steele
Yeah
Hey
Yeah