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letra de woo lady - jackboy

[intro]
what’s goin’ on?
i don’t know, it sound like machine guns
oh, joy

[chorus]
i bully bullies, i keep a fully, yeah, that’s for sh-t for sure
i don’t care what none of your yes men say, b-tch, you don’t wanna know
real haitian boy, fresh off the boat, b-tch, i’m the biggest zo
ain’t gotta go see no woo lady, what you think my grandma for?
my granny play with voodoo, b-tch, i feel like foolio
made a hundred off a glitch and i don’t need the studio
okay, cool, let’s go, talkin’ sh-t, better not be at that store
let that switchy go for sh-t for sure, n-ggas drop like dominoes

[verse 1]
yeah, i love the hood, but f-ck the hood, n-ggas switched on me for clout
would’ve did anything for you f-ck n-ggas, but that ain’t what this about
heard he running his mouth, okay, cool, let’s see what that’s about
john told me keep it cool, he got get-back, f-ck n-ggas playin’ ’round my house
got a big-ass gun inside thе club, no, i ain’t tryna dance
dressed in all black likе i’m kim da-som, rock an emo stance
n-ggas ain’t got no bands, help your mans, all them n-ggas some jokes (all them n-gga some jokes)
little selfish, won’t boss up his friends, so all ’em dyin’ broke (all ’em dyin’ broke)

[chorus]
i bully bullies, i keep a fully, yeah, that’s for sh-t for sure (that’s for sh-t for sure)
i don’t care what none of your yes men say, b-tch, you don’t wanna know
real haitian boy, fresh off the boat, b-tch, i’m the biggest zo (b-tch, i’m the biggest zo)
ain’t gotta go see no woo lady, what you think my grandma for?
my granny play with voodoo, b-tch, i feel like foolio (b-tch, i feel like foolio)
made a hundred off a glitch and i don’t need the studio
okay, cool, let’s go, talkin’ sh-t, better not be at that store (not be at that store)
let that switchy go for sh-t for sure, n-ggas drop like dominoes
[verse 2]
quit actin’ tough, you weak as f-ck, lil’ boy, i know the real you
just to show, even with a million bucks, that money can’t un-lame you
did a song with a rap for a million bucks, no real street n-gga respect you
surroundin’ yourself with p-ssy n-ggas, so none of them ain’t gon’ track you (none of them ain’t gon’ track you)
boosie right, jit’ll sucker d-ck for a hundred m
stop actin’ like you up, go check that score, then tell trump free my friends (yeah)
made a million dollars, but i’ll still crash, shorty don’t got no sense (skrrt)
that red n-gga got real lucky, that was on his ass, made him jump a ten for fay

[outro]
yeah, they got them somethin’
and get knocked off like your father used to

- jackboy

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