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look at it - woodboy gee lyrics

[intro]
i’m on that gang sh*t, you heard me?
n*ggas know that
woodboy gee, you know?
i’m on that gang sh*t, you heard me?
know that
ayy, yeah, for real

[chorus]
look at it, shawty gon’ make me trick, the way she walk (look at it)
she got hood status, shawty could sell a brick by how she talk (mhm)
i got old hundreds, like two*fifty in one vault (let’s go)
the plug gon’ show me love, ’cause whatever he send me, i get off (i do)
ain’t no pressure on it (pressure)
we get work for real and we be steppin’ on it (yeah)
f*ck goin’ to the club, he be in the trap housе with his weapon on him (trap)
metrics, he might wеigh it up with his eyes, but he ain’t scalin’ nothin’
interrogation, you see it up in his eyes that he ain’t tellin’ nothin’ (yeah)

[verse]
go bust your wrist, then bust your b*tch, that’s pushin’ p (bust it)
n*ggas ain’t seen a hundred, they close to broke, yeah, they been pushin’ b (they broke)
smokin’ on so much dope, might make you choke, we known for choppin’ trees (gas)
buddy want all the plates for seventeen, i’m known for sellin’ weed (i’m known for sellin’ weed)
plus i’m known for coppin’ ice, we got racks like price is right (yeah)
no jay*z, i’m jigga, i pop two beans just like they mike and ikes (i did)
we don’t talk to pillows, these n*ggas green, these n*ggas shiesty guys (they green)
n*gga went took his b*tch to get some ass, but they forgot the thighs (d*mn)
you know this sh*t protocol, we got work, they know to call (mhm)
kobe, all i know is ball, trenches, i got soldier scars (trenches)
they pray that i lose, want me to fail like i’m supposed to fall (what?)
hit her with that rich d*ck, she on ebay, she done sold my drawers, for sure
[chorus]
look at it, shawty gon’ make me trick, the way she walk (look at it)
she got hood status, shawty could sell a brick by how she talk (mhm)
i got old hundreds, like two*fifty in one vault (let’s go)
the plug gon’ show me love, ’cause whatever he send me, i get off (i do)
ain’t no pressure on it (pressure)
we get work for real and we be steppin’ on it (yeah)
f*ck goin’ to the club, he be in the trap house with a weapon on him (trap)
metrics, he might weigh it up with his eyes, but he ain’t scalin’ nothin’
interrogation, you see it up in his eyes that he ain’t tellin’ nothin’ (yeah)

- woodboy gee lyrics

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