i 3 .40s! - woaheric lyrics
[intro]
and i pulled up in my forces
i got pistols
i got .40s
i be ballin in some jordans
give me foreigns
yuh
woah
[hook]
yuh
and i pulled up in my forces
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s
yuh
and i pulled up wit my shawty
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s!
yuh
and i pulled up in my forces
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s
yuh
and i pulled up wit my shawty
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s!
yuh
and we rolling and we four deep
i can’t f*ck wit b*tches get the pistols let’s go touring
yuh
and i pulled up wit my shawty
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s!
[verse 1]
say sum’?
imma’ shoot eem like it’s halo
i can’t f*ck with b*tches that are in love with the yayo
i can’t f*ck with b*tches f*ck the pistols i got dracos
lamborghini dreams hang with k!llas like i’m tadoe
yuh
and i’m riding with the shotty
i just love the toppy extra sloppy little thotty
acting like a zombie but i’m ballin’ like i’m scottie
me and tiger pulled up with more choppas then the army
[hook]
yuh
and i pulled up in my forces
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s
yuh
and i pulled up with my shawty
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s
yuh
and we rolling and we four deep
i can’t f*ck with b*tches get the pistols let’s go touring
and we pulled up in the foreign
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s!
[verse 2]
i got
a ballista with a thermal
we gon’ f*cking jump eem like the f*cking ninja turtles
hoe i want my dirty mix it up i want my purple
pull up on woah shawty leave her wetty like she squirtle
2 glocks
and we riding in the foreign
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s
2 ops and i rob eem for some jordans
i can’t f*ck with b*tches stack my money never shorten
don’t talk about it
if you talk about it lay low
pull up with two pistols like my name is f*ckin’ jango
i just light my swisher oh my dsr so fuego
pull up aye*aye*aye run my motherf*ckin’ fade hoe
yuh
but i don’t ever run his fade tho
hit him in his leg reload the k
and then i spray mor’
i begin to chase he run and pray i never play tho
i just dropped the chop i wanna’ hit him with my blade hoe
[outro]
yuh
and i pulled up in my forces
i can’t f*ck with b*tches give me pistols i love .40s
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