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

Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Pop It! Pop It!
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!

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! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!

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! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!