Текст песни Voodoo - Eli Fross

Ah-uh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (gra-gra-gra)

Free Dev Bands, huh, ha
Free S Dot (fah-fah-fah)
(It's Great John beats baby)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Bitch

Fross
Woke up in feelin' like a new man
Two hoes on my side they cute friends (gra-gra) huh
Big bags on clothing
I earned this shit, I'm my own man, huh (pr-pr-pr)
Get boomed if you lurkin'
My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh
No sea I'm surfin'
My wave too deep, that's GOAT shit

In this bitch wit' me then you know she toppin' shit
Yeah, she got them rocket, bitch
Yeah, I told her to slob this dick
Yeah, 'cause she always popping shit (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Big racks just for the feets (ah)
Big bag for jeans and tee (woah)
Big bro now I got breesh (pa)
You get popped 'cause I know the tweet (pa-pa)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You gеt shot little nigga, I know that tweet
Usain Bolt in this speed (yeah-yeah)
Hе see me he hit feets (yeah-yeah)
A big booty you know I'ma need
And these hunnids can't fit in my jeans
And I love when she smile with them teeth
Later on she gon' suck on my meat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I got juice 'cause I'm the GOAT
Baddest bitches all up on my phone
Know I got the heat without the stove
Exes keep on hittin' up her line
Made her answer fuckin' on the phone
Yams lit, ran it up at saxs
Workers think I'm scammin' in the store

Like catch up, nigga you baitin', ah
Big smoke eyes look asian, yeah
She sick of her ex new patient, yeah
Don't talk to my bitch she lacin', yeah
Swag like shoes I laced it, yeah
Hoes see me go crazy, yeah
No more deuce-deuce big laser, yeah
Don't rush that shot gotta pace it, yeah

Shawty got vocals like Jordin Sparks
And her pussy get wetter like waterparks (that's right)
Deep in that pussy I'm goin' off
She be yellin' my name, I'm the man in charge
Before I got lit had a little spark
Now I'm ridin' in foreigns and livin' large (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And for all my felons I'm going off (yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars, huh, yeah

'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars
And for all my felons I'm going off
'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woke up in feelin' like a new man
Two hoes on my side they cute friends, huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big bags on clothing
I earned this shit I'm my own man, huh
Get boomed if you lurkin'
My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh (wa-wa-wa)
No sea I'm surfin'

My wave too deep, that's GOAT shit (wa-wa-wa)
In this bitch wit' me then you know she toppin' shit
Yeah, she got them rocket, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I told her to slob this dick, yeah (ah)
Yeah, 'cause she always popping shit
Big racks just for the feets
Big bag for jeans and tee (po)
Big bro now I got breesh
You get popped 'cause I know the tweet, huh

Falayo
Falayo, Falayo, Falayo, Falayo
Free S Dot
Free Dev Bands
Gang, gang, gang