woah! - deante' hitchcock lyrics
[intro]
woah, woah, woah, woah (check)
okay
[verse 1]
casamigos flowin’ through my blood stream
pop it like a perc’, but she don’t really do the drug thing (yeah)
will i do you dirty like a tub ring?
or do i really like ya? it’s a all of the above thing (yeah)
know that sh*t ain’t really fair, but i don’t really care
i’m with all the games, when i’m in town like the city fair (yeah)
back home. baby mad but i don’t care about it
my ex broke my heart, i swear she ruined it for everybody
okay, blowin’ up my text, sayin’ she ain’t pressed
sin at times, but i know i’m blessed, can’t even stress
vv’s in front, the s that’s on my chest
but i ain’t savin’ hoes unless i’m really savin’ hoes for later like who next?
eeny, meeny, miny, moe
her lil’ p*ssy like a bag of ice, i smashed it on the floor
cut so good, i had to stab it twice, then i was out the door
now she think she special, i’m like woah*woah*woah*woah
[chorus]
okay, i might treat you good but that don’t mean sh*t
b*tch you know i’m poppin, i got options, my whole team lit
you supposed to chose, i might hit your line but that don’t mean sh*t
baby what’s your purpose?
these hoes treat me like i’m perfect, what i’m supposed to do?
i might f*ck you good but that don’t mean sh*t
hate when we be chillin’ and they get to catchin’ feelings
all emotional, even though it happen everytime
it still catch me by surprise, i be like woah*woah*woah*woah
[verse 2]
tae just pulled up with a coupe, he think he spencer james
when i leave the game, you know my jersey goin’ hall of fame (yeah)
lotta women tryna put me on a ball and chain
i should f*ck with triplets, ’cause these b*tches really all the same (yeah)
got a college girl, gon’ graduate from state in like a year
my lil’ bottle girl get nasty off the drink, she don’t do no beer
my lil’ black chick caught me flyin’ b*tches out, now i’m in the clear
my lil’ white girl say i’m toxic, so i call her britney spears
if she need some closure, i still got her open
i got no emotions, toxic d*ck, it get a coochie soakin’
put the plays in motion like a quarterback, but i be coachin’
love said i’d give her some mo’ of that but i was jokin’ (yeah)
i don’t think i’ll ever, ever fall in love
my name tae but call me klay like thompson, why? ’cause it’s a dub
told her we can get it poppin’ like the sparklers in this club
but after that you know what’s up, you gotta go, go, go, go
[chorus]
okay, i might treat you good but that don’t mean sh*t (uh*uh)
b*tch you know i’m poppin, i got options, my whole team lit
you supposed to chose, i might hit your line but that don’t mean sh*t
baby what’s your purpose?
these hoes treat me like i’m perfect, what i’m supposed to do?
i might f*ck you good but that don’t mean sh*t (uh*uh)
hate when we be chillin’ and they get to catchin’ feelings
all emotional, even though it happen everytime
it still catch me by surprise, i be like woah*woah*woah*woah
[outro]
these b*tches be crazy
swear that these hoes be crazy (yeah)
these b*tches be crazy
boy, i swear these hoes be crazy
these b*tches be crazy
boy, i swear that these hoes be crazy
these b*tches be crazy
boy, i swear these hoes be crazy (yeah)
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