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whoa - ree$e (producer) lyrics

[verse 1: reese]
at waffle house, two cups served
double cup the b-tch, like whoa
everything designer, versace, versace
my n-ggas seen it like whoa
my trap house bunking
n-ggas seen the barrels and the gas, like whoa
everything on me, everything on me
n-gga know it, like whoa
hopping out the benz n-ggas thought it’s james bond
shawty like whoa
i’m leaning up, leaning up
double sip, crack the bottle like whoa
my n-ggas we out here, my n-ggas we out here like whoa
everything on me my n-gga, everything on me my n-gga

[chorus: reese]
my n-gga like whoa
aye them my don, [?] don n-ggas
them my partnas, them my shawties, my woe
bank roll, bank roll
bands in the right pocket, like whoa
and then my partna go scrrr! scrrr!
hopped out the benz like whoa
a n-gga seen me when i’m hooping on a n-gga
balling on them like whoa

[verse 2: reese]
i’m feeling like dipset
cameron, burberry timbs on a young n-gga like whoa
[?] alert, rap on them
bl–dy murder, bl–dy murder
there she go, like whoa
everything gucci, but i don’t wear gucci
my woe, my n-gga
playing with them bands like whoa
moving through this b-tch, like everything kosher
pull up on a shawty like whoa
godd-mn godd-mn, saran wrap it down cause a boy so dope
fresh pair of white base, cleaner than a bar of soap
country n-gga posted in la, smoking on the dope, whoa whoa
should i go with my n-gga, that was whoa
ride around posted with my folk
off in the club, with them bands in my pocket
see me, take a picture, prison pose

[chorus]

[verse 3: rich homie quan]
pulled up in the trap like whoa
got a b-tch jumping like whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
gave me more traffic like, green light i’m shouting out go (go, go ,go)
shawty act r-t-rded when it comes to get money, but she slowed (slow, slow, slow)
shawty tryna to fall in love with me, but a n-gga like no (no, no , no)
fendi belt hanging off my pants, n-gga like whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
dislocated my shoulder on that skate, board (board, board)
with all these guns i feel like g.i. joe (joe, joe, joe)
stop it, reese gon’ tell em

[chorus]

- reee producer lyrics

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