paroles de chanson Woah! - Qil
Iced
out
shawty
move
that
thang
got
me
like
woah
It's
a
drive
by
in
the
club
by
the
way
she
drop
it
low
I
ain't
switchin'
for
the
fame
I
ain't
never
sell
my
soul
Whip
it
swervin'
down
the
lane
cruisin'
in
my
64
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It!
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It!
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I
be
kickin'
it
could
call
me
Bruce
Lee
This
drip
exclusive
Got
this
vintage
shit
straight
from
GIanni
My
belt
Versace
Had
to
work
to
flex
this
fuckin'
cuban
Wasn't
given
to
me
Bad
lil
baby
like
to
call
me
papi
Everytime
she
ride
me
And
she
thick
Call
up
Blanco
for
the
fit
Shoot
like
rambo
with
these
clips
Black
on
black
on
black
on
black
like
where
the
lick?
In
the
booth
I'm
makin'
hits
Willie
Gold
just
sent
the
mix
So
it's
gold
before
I
spit
Want
10
grammys
for
this
shit
I
invest
and
let
it
flip
I
get
checks
and
double
it
If
she
got
them
Jenner
Lips
I'm
in
her
mouth
like
peppermint
Uh
DND
do
not
distrub
me
the
fow
be
on
tnt
this
shit
explosive
Yo
hoe
she
dm
me
a
freak
in
the
sheets
I
could
beat
everyweek
and
you
won't
even
notice
Uh
Links
on
links
gold
flex
(Links
on
links
on
links
on)
Brinks
on
brinks
more
checks
(brinks
on
brinks
on
brinks
on)
Time
is
money
so
I
bought
a
rolex
(time
is
money)
Time
is
money
I
need
me
a
check,
a
check,
check,Yuh
Iced
out
shawty
move
that
thang
got
me
like
woah
It's
a
drive
by
in
the
club
by
the
way
she
drop
it
low
I
ain't
switchin'
for
the
fame
I
ain't
never
sell
my
soul
Whip
it
swervin'
down
the
lane
cruisin'
in
my
64
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Pop
It!
Pop
It!
Woah!
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I
be
on
my
(let
it
run)
Whippin'
the
'03
like
it's
a
ferarri
Swervin'
through
traffic
like
shots
of
bacardi
Yall
claim
to
be
killers
and
ain't
caught
no
bodies
Yall
don't
tote
them
poles
yall
ain't
shot
nobody
The
block
with
the
ops
where
it's
hot
like
tamale
Stay
g
to
myself
you
a
fraud
Couldn't
be
me
that's
an
imitator
Go
yard
cause
I
go
hard
and
you
going
home
homie
see
you
later
He
said
she
said
that's
dead
no
time
for
these
instigators
Fuck
how
you
feel,
I'm
inconsiderate
If
they
askin'
questions
then
I'm
oblivious
We
move
in
silence
and
vigilant
Quiet
and
militant
Quick
and
belligerent
Still
pleadin'
innocent
Ain't
bout
the
dividends
Then
I
ain't
interested
Money
legitimate
Passive
mean
infinite
If
you
illiterate
Basically
make
the
money
make
you
money
that's
how
you
make
millions
My
team
is
solid,
and
they
disciplined
Stay
with
that
fake
shit,
It's
prohibited
YungQil
a
young
god,
It's
equivalent
Done
with
that
talkin'
now
back
to
the
ignant
shit
Iced
out
shawty
move
that
thang
got
me
like
woah
It's
a
drive
by
in
the
club
by
the
way
she
drop
it
low
I
ain't
switchin'
for
the
fame
I
ain't
never
sell
my
soul
Whip
it
swervin'
down
the
lane
cruisin'
in
my
64
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Pop
It!
Pop
It!
Woah!
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