21 Savage – Woah Lyrics

21 Savage – Woah Lyrics
Woah
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    "Woah." - 21 Savage

    Album: The Slaughter Tape
    Track No: 14
    Pull-up in the trenches, pull-up in the trenches
    Pull-up in the trenches, pull-up in the trenches
    I was selling dope when I was 14
    Re'n up with fifty, what the fuck you mean?
    The fuck you **** mean? (21, 21)
    I robbed 'em for two bands back there by the park (Back bitch)
    Don't you pull down in apartments after dark (Don't you do it)
    Five ****, five choppers and a brick a hard
    Neighbor calling twelve, she said we making noise
    I pull up in the Coupe, you know it push start
    I been jumped in the street, I had a push start
    Drank sippin', lane switchin' with the gang, bitch
    Girl stop, you know your baby daddy lame, bitch
    You say you wanna shoot, we on the same shit
    The shit a **** tote will make a plane flip
    VVS's make a **** chain drip
    Choppa flip a **** like Liu Kang kicks (Hiyukan)
    Smoking outta bag (Woah)
    Count a lotta cash (Woah)
    Drank a lot of syrup (Woah)
    Pop a lot of xans (Woah)
    Cook a lotta bricks (Woah)
    Hit a lotta liqs (Woah)
    Tote a lotta sticks (Woah)
    Fuck a **** bitch (Woah)
    Pull up in a Porsche (Woah)
    Pull up in a 'Rari (Woah)
    Pull up on a Harley (Woah)
    Bitch, I beg your pardon (Woah)
    I been getting money (Woah)
    You've been doing nothing (Woah)
    Baby daddy sorry (Woah)
    I been counting hundreds (Woah)
    Bitch, you know your baby daddy sorry, ho (He sorry, ho)
    I pull up in a Benz and a 'Rari, ho
    Valet walk up on me when I hit the door
    I take that double cup and then I pour a fo' (Mudd, mudd)
    I'm sipping codeine on the plane, Jack
    First class shit with the gang jack (21, 21, 21)
    How much you gon' pay me for your chain back
    Pussy ass **** got his chain snatched (Pussy)
    21 Gang you know I claim that (21, 21)
    These **** say they shooting, where your aim at (21, 21, 21)
    **** say they banging, got they stain snatched
    Boy, you know you been a lame since like way back
    I pull up on your ho and then I dick her down
    Riding round the city with a hundred pounds
    Riding through your hood with a hundred rounds
    If I catch a play then I'ma gun 'em down
    Smoking outta bag (Woah)
    Count a lotta cash (Woah)
    Drank a lot of syrup (Woah)
    Pop a lot of xans (Woah)
    Cook a lotta bricks (Woah)
    Hit a lotta liqs (Woah)
    Tote a lotta sticks (Woah)
    Fuck a **** bitch (Woah)
    Pull up in a Porsche (Woah)
    Pull up in a 'Rari (Woah)
    Pull up on a Harley (Woah)
    Bitch, I beg your pardon (Woah)
    I been getting money (Woah)
    You've been doing nothing (Woah)
    Baby daddy sorry (Woah)
    I been counting hundreds (Woah)

    Writer(s): 21 Savage.

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