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letra de woah! - average pack savage

woah! lyrics
verse 1: coach

from a kid tryna figure out a figurine
dreams bigger now thicker clouds brain blown to smithereens
seems the pain never leaves but the plug ain’t dry
faded in the scene but im really up f-cking with the skies

yeah still got some guys dodging d’s deep disguise/
copping ps chopping lines dont often sleep
stay on the grind/

i could drop a tab and read your mind
got lost im glad i learnt to climb
fell off real bad can’t turn to crime/

knowmadic pr-ne addict but the flow magic
no xanax alone panic it’s so tragic
so ratchet these dudes rapping with no fact check
phone a magnet to my dome i finna go smash it/

verse 2: dirtbag mike (c$ jones)

agh, they got you feelin like it dont matter/
double swisher for the smoke, it make it roll fatter/
ya life won’t matter, til ya soul scatter/
but, im teddy daniels when the colt shatter/
woah back up, these the drugs to make you jolt back up/
swole rappers this a bar to make ya bones shatter/
and one punch to these chumps make theyre dome splatter/
so ahead of my time, they gotta get the road map up/
xannies n blow, til my happiness broke/
im snappin vallies to the dome, like im alex mahone/
told my girl is gonna change i know i actually won’t/
jus had the purple of the dank sellin packs by the o/
it’s trap mob better act like u know/
the jacks act like they dont/
i’m f-ckin wired see me tappin my phone/
cause ima average joe/ just gettin fractions what they actually know/n sippin yak like i was smashed in the tavern at moe’s/

i’m so baloney we run thr city like joseph kony/
i told the homies get the camera if i’m overdosin/
im goin apesh-t in my city, kid just dont approach me/
catch me with an oz of og like i was joly olie/but
in a world where the truths a lie/ but they still actin surprised when they told it’s phony/
but they’ll do anything for the cash/
guess times ain’t rich unless you own a rollie/

it’s f-ck 12/ stack cheddar til i’m old n lonely/
walk up in my shoes but i never let a soul expose me/

so whats real now? you should really kneel down/
like i was a god or i was addin to my k!ll count/
and still im still round, the homies with the steal rounds/
alla ya crew is fkn losers like milhouse, uh/
pen and a sesh on the daily/
never regret how it made me/
cheated me once, so i hacked it, n now they could never try play me/
pressin replay on the same beat/
all of this stress on the page, pennin it down til im feelin amazing/
uh, uh/
they can’t break me, so how they gon replace me?/
even the blind can see the vision like its hd, wazy/
n i still dont know how i won that case g/
but been ahead of my time, so yall should get a late fee/

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- average pack savage

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