paroles de chanson Lyrical Journal - Woo$kee

If I don't write
Then i ain't feelin right
If I don't write
Then i aint feelin right
Nah

Another page up
I'm journal
I'm thinkin
Wat I should write bout
Shit on boy
Like urinal
Bitches
I brought the pipe out
Music concentrating
Aint nothing i cant write bout
Made 8 songs in a week
And I promise ain't hype now

2 at a time
Got woo in his prime
That's Woo on the rhyme
Everything I do
In the stu
Is a crime
Ain't new to grind
I just do this for mines

Tip toe in my new yeezys
Shawdy super sleazy
Don't like me
Then delete Me
Told shordy that she can't cheat me

Still inside my journal
I promise it's gettin critical
Demons and the lies
My haters will get ridiculed
If you think you up
Then promise will get rid of you
Got shordy actin freaky
I tolder that's what the cig'll do

Let's keep it smoking
Got two dutchies up in motion
Got cocoa
Like some lotion
And promise my weed potent

Lemme speed it
Cuz they really can't stop me
Move fast n I score
Can't block me
Sip drank
Now the bitches think I'm cocky
Black jeans
Black tee I'm gothie

My neck my wrist is frosty
Don't give noo head baby
That's where you lost me
You might die double
If you cross me
You pull it out
Then nigga you better off me