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letra de woah - 637godwin

[chorus]
yeah, woah
so much water you gon’ need a boat, lil’ f-ck n-gga
i’m surprised that you could stay afloat
east to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil’ f-ck n-gga
ain’t spend a dime, all on our own
got six mags, they came with a scope
at six flags, she was riding my pole
got jet lag, but designer my clothes
bank just closed but think my wrists too cold

[verse 1]
b-tch i don’t play poker, no i ain’t gon’ fold
40 [?] in the holster, i don’t really reload
and this life is a coaster, your last ride
pull up in a coupe, kenny paint inside
margiela, my drip, make me feel alright
she want addy, she a baddie, okay just slide
ratta-tatty, get the gatty, ak by my side
got these n-ggas seeing colors like they reppin’ g-y pride

[pre-chorus]
big bank, yeah, i can’t live without it
what you think you get money? b-tch, i really doubt it
okay, fishy n-gga, gonna fry him up, filet
yeah, okay
[chorus]
yeah, woah
so much water you gon’ need a boat, lil’ f-ck n-gga
i’m surprised that you could stay afloat
east to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil’ f-ck n-gga
ain’t spend a dime, all on our own
got six mags, they came with a scope
at six flags, she was riding my pole
got jet lag, but designer my clothes
bank just closed but think my wrists too cold

[verse 2]
woah, woah
snowball on my wrist too cold, cold
you don’t fit the form, don’t fit the mold
get a bag and flip it, that sh-t was sold
and i be a simple man, make her head spin like a ceiling fan
b-tch i’m on 10, where you at again?
you not my homie, not my friend, still i’ll say again, yeah

[bridge]
i been counting these real n-ggas off, i put them in the bas-m-nt
i been ripping and chewing them up like they was mutilation
when they wrong or right, doing it right, they don’t know what to say
.223 on me, spray it at them like
[chorus]
yeah, woah
so much water you gon’ need a boat, lil’ f-ck n-gga
i’m surprised that you could stay afloat
east to west, we going coast-to-coast, lil’ f-ck n-gga
ain’t spend a dime, all on our own
got six mags, they came with a scope
at six flags, she was riding my pole
got jet lag, but designer my clothes
bank just closed but think my wrists too cold

- 637godwin

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