paroles de chanson Woah! (Remastered) - Leed

Okay two pistols
On me
Bitch I can't go
If you owe me bread I'm on ya head just like a Kangol
Hit a drill at your apartment dip out and we change clothes
Rob you with that pistol but we homicide with dracos
Thot on my tip
Glock on my hip
I'mma let it
Right at ya lid
Forgiatos spinning so your bitch throwing fellatio
There's too much coke still in ya crack
Because you don't know ya ratios
Me and bro get so much hoes we trade 'em like it's Yu-Gi-Oh
I gotta catch 'em all like Pokemon but I'm not saving hoes
Spent 5000 on my bracelet I ain't rich these SI diamonds
Soon be VVS but in the meantime man my wrist is shining
Dropping heat all winter causing global warming
Fuck a climate
Died before I caught him lacking
That's what I call perfect timing
It ain't a game these hoes do what I say
Just like my name is Simon
Simon says to give me top and don't stop 'til my kids come flying

This ain't rocket science
Shorty's face is cute but I can't cuff that ass ain't hypnotizing
Mama sell insurance I sell drugs
So now we both got clients
He tried to run up with his lil' bro
Okay now both them dying
Man these racks is heavy but don't worry I been exercising
My Ruger a slut and yo she fuck so good it's paralyzing
Lately I'm exhausted but the money chase is energizing
All these niggas planning but this whole time I been improvising

Yo I'm done bro!
I'm done bro, get these headphones off me, my nigga!
I'm done, bro
I'm done, bro