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woah - gawne lyrics

[chorus]
(yeah)
they be like woah woah woah
they be like woah woah woah
how does lukey
always bring heat
everytime he
get up on the beat
i don’t really know oh no no no
so let’s talk about what i’m owed
i dun spent ten years tryna get here
now your envious of the g.o.a.t

[verse 1]
couple ladies at my show
new mercedes when i go
bring a bad b*tch home
e’erybody wanna know
what i’m really bout
pop a willie give ’em smoke
underrated to the most
till the day i get
eight*figure checks
it ain’t even close
my music infects
they get stuck in heads
like a bayonet
goin crazy ass
i don’t take my meds
never made amends
with the fakest friends
i don’t rap for dough
but ain’t it apropos how it pays the rent
f*ck a hater man i’m showin’
b*tch a whole mac in my pocket
ain’t talkin bout an apple phone
b*tch you the captain of cappin’
so i get to grabbin’ the strap
while i’m packin’ the magnum
cuz b*tch i’ll be bigger than ever
sometimes i really feel like n0body’s ever gonna show me no love
no no so what
this for the kiddies who was
tellin’ me in elementary that i was never gonna blow up
oh woah woah
moef*ckas don’t know heaven i spit sh*t loco every time i flow
my mind’s in a zone that could rhyme see the lime like coke
bout time i show ’em
bout time
i shine
headlight, red light, stop sign
how am i
d*mn my
head up in the clouds like an airline
i’m bout to blow like volcano
1997 i been rappin’ since the cradle
witty and wicked i spit it quicker than tornadoes
i’ll leave your top spinnin’ like a dreidel
[chorus]
(yeah)
they be like woah woah woah
they be like woah woah woah
how does lukey
always bring heat
everytime he
get up on the beat
i don’t really know oh no no no
so let’s talk about what i’m owed
i dun spent ten years tryna get here
now your envious of the g.o.a.t

[verse 2]
ten years later but the hunger’s still day one
d*mn near paid it when i hit it i’ma spend a f*ckin’ milli on my mama
get a couple on the lake front
whole team winnin’ i’ma let ’em eat cake cheese steak with an a1
hip hop’s callin’ me to duty shoot and hit a zombie with a raygun
bang bang a bullet in the brain catch a fade like a razor
yeah yeah lil’ b*tch same sum’n
b*tch*ass motherf*ckers used to tell me that i wouldn’t amount to nuthin’
when i started rappin’ they all began laughin’ thinkin’ that i was trash
but really was onto somethin’
b*tch so i kept at it like a meth addict
now i’m on the come up with the step ladders
i dun’ worked so hard i need a wet rag
cause my sweat glands bleedin’ jet black ink on the note ped
(woah, woah, woah)
growin’ up i was gettin’ picked on each day
used to get chased no quick pay
lot of big kids in the fifth grade
moef*cker hit me in the face with his fist bang
ran home cryin’ with a black eye
mama said boy you better quit playin’
this ain’t the time to be a b*tch
it’s better to be the sh*t than the sh*t stain
(woah, woah, woah)

- gawne lyrics

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