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woo woo woo - naeem lyrics

[verse 1: naeem]
ho’s on me like gold on fronts
pull ’bout any grown b*tch i want
you f*ck boys ain’t turning up
i pull about five vials out for brunch
look at you, what you tryna do?
my b*tch bad like lisa cooper
face like ri, ass like badu
you trying to chop? chop it up ma, try kung fu
fufu fun, you fu manchu
two for one, one for me, one for you
club mega in the house, woo*woo*woo
bad blood motherf*cker, woo*woo*woo

[verse 2: micah james]
d*mn muhf*cker, like you too smooth
run train on the track like choo*choo*choo
b*tches on deck like 52
bad ass b*tches like nicki too
this sh*t taste like really great
you’s a baltimore n*gga with a philly fade
and this philly b*tch with her pretty face
who can ride the d*ck for like 50 days, uh*huh
no n*gga, not 50 shades
this ain’t grey, we just black
trying be strong but it’s a fact
white*white man say dance we just tap
y’all sound like “amazing grace”
not by mahalia but azealia banks
and i’m cool on that sh*t, that’s what’s up
hot boy n*gga like what*what*what?
[verse 3: amanda blank]
i got dudes on top of dudes
kim k selfish, kim k nudes
you talk sh*t, i don’t need to run
and your man real weak, i don’t even cum
and you come for me, i don’t come for none
nun’ but one b*tch under the sun
golden p*ssy with a platinum tongue
stays in my mouth if your man ain’t hung
look at you, what you trying say?
my man bad from around the way
he like to pull my hair and then grab my waist and put in his face and then catch a case, ow
y’all know my skin is thick and my ass is too, i don’t give a sh*t
i blow up like tic*tic*tic
y’all b*tches suck like d*ck*d*ck*d*ck

[refrain: naeem]
woo*woo*woo, woo*woo*woo
woo*woo*woo, woo*woo*woo
woo*woo*woo, woo*woo*woo
club mega in the house, woo*woo*woo
bad blood motherf*cker, woo*woo*woo

[verse 4: naeem]
i dominate dumb, dumb, d*ck ’em down your b*tch
toss head like the rock and i’m palming it
dunk d*ck in these n*ggas like a dunkaroo
your new n*ggas doing n*ggas, like a n*gga knew
your new b*tch old news, oh, i thought you new
got bars and loofah too
clean eat off, l!ck both the scoops
when teens off it, hook all the youth
you famished, i look fabulous
in the back with a bad b*tch, established
already established, no s*xy tapes
rubber band, band, pop bands in your face
every rapper think they one of the greats
eat goats like i’m trini, billy dead on the plate
manish water used to chase
curry in a carry is it something i ate
[verse 5: micah]
was something i drank? what up, spank
why you always acting like your sh*t don’t stink?
and why amanda act like she ain’t got the nicest ass in the us states?
in the tinted rental, no us plates
instrumentals straight from them mega n*ggas
on the strip out in vegas, n*gga
bumping brandy and lou vega, n*gga, yeah
take a picture, that’ll last
eating tater skins at the saddle ranch
jokes on you, we don’t give a f*ck
bum ass n*ggas, don’t give a buck
these folks still afraid of g*y sh*t
i’ll suck d*ck and you still won’t say sh*t
y’all be poppin’ all off the chain
fake deep n*ggas is all the same

[verse 6: amanda]
these fools want to see me flex and then spread my legs and then test my strength
if the long d*ck strong, see if i can take it
it’s the length or the width, that could make ’em break ya
want to break my body, wanna break my back
they wanna eat my sn*tch as a midnight snack
’cause i got ass on ass on racks and racks
i got stacks and stacks of strap on straps
yeah, that’s right i could turn your trick out
yeah, that’s right i could pull my d*ck out
dude, yeah, dude, i’m looking at you
i could f*ck your b*tch, f*ck her just like you
nah, f*ck your b*tch, f*ck you too
i don’t f*ck with anybody that f*cks with you, so f*ck them too
y’all ain’t sh*t and any other motherf*cker trying to f*ck with this
[bridge: amanda blank]
i lace up my boots and i jump out the jeep
then i show and i prove when they turn on my beat
this here for my folks and them streets and them clubs
we go hard on that smoke and we don’t catch no buzz
i lace up my boots and i jump out the jeep
then i show and i prove when they turn on my beat
this here for my folks and them streets and them clubs
we go hard on that smoke and we don’t catch no buzz

[outro: all]
we don’t catch no buzz, no, we don’t catch no buzz
we don’t catch no buzz, no, we don’t catch no buzz
woo*woo*woo, woo*woo*woo

- naeem lyrics

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