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letra de woah - lividnneon

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balling since i was sixteen

hop out that 2-door six speed, v8 come with them race seats

talking bout ignorance, race me

they boutta see stars, i’ll send him to mars, no elon musk

been wrapping this paper, my smoke the best vapor, that boy is a faker, this real ain’t no trailer, yuh

i don’t got time for the fake love, riding round town skirting blocks in the supra

they said they was jacking the wave, i ain’t tryna throw shade, but yo music is lame

ain’t spittin no flame boy you chose the wrong game, yuh

i don’t need security, where’s your maturity?

we just stay 40 deep, talking bout me, we gon put you sleep, no cap

trackhawk cherokee, buss it wit leather seats, hittin the street bumping music my energy

chris cross on my neck, only stay cashing checks, new car every spec, only got multimillionaires in my set
uh uh, huh, woah

junk hit me like i opened my eyes for the first time

woah

found out that i smoke and now they tryna come hit my line

woah

uh, huh, uh, been stacking this paper too much

gotta be clutching the grip of the bl!ck while i’m pulling this whip out to much

huh, uh, yuh, risky

he be thinking he sl!ck, tryna buss with my lyrics

i thought you was different but nah you belligerent

eyes on me yeah i gotta stay vigilant

talking that smack ain’t see you at the block yet

posted at the back if you tryna get smacked, we gon smoke you no pack
i got money like that, like that, like that

but imma stay posted, revolver ain’t holsted, we gon pop like lil load did, uh

balling since i was sixteen

hop out that 2-door six speed, v8 come with them race seats

talking bout ignorance, race me

they boutta see stars, i’ll send him to mars, no elon musk

been wrapping this paper, my smoke the best vapor, that boy is a faker, this real ain’t no trailer, yuh

i don’t got time for the fake love, riding round town skirting blocks in the supra

lil pit on that black and white tip call her luna, i’m bumping the music no mario judah

my money gon fold till i spend it like that

rockstar living when i pull in a scat

hop out the foreign don’t forget where we at, richer than tate, don’t fact check that

had to sell ’em some smoke, huh, just to break even
huh uh

they just be talking and talking and talking but we is not hearing

huh uh

i done stacked up my chips huh whole lot, i ain’t rich for no reason

huh

pull up on me you gon find out, huh, got a whole lot of demons, huh

flexin a brand new rollie man it be changing the seasons, huh

winter to summer then summer to winter, when i pull it out they gon see it, huh

rich since i was a jit, born like this, trashing on me finna do way more than diss

rip yo tongue out yo mouth and boil that sh-t, feed it to the snakes and record that sh-t

i don’t permission disregard that, huh

ripping through beats so these shows stay lit, got too much money and it keeps coming in

i been up high as god and i saw my sins, now i gotta follow all these messages

tryna stay rich that’s the answer kid

balling since i was sixteen

hop out that 2-door six speed, v8 come with them race seats

talking bout ignorance, race me

they boutta see stars, i’ll send him to mars, no elon musk

been wrapping this paper, my smoke the best vapor, that boy is a faker, this real ain’t no trailer

yuh

i don’t got time for the fake love, riding round town skirting blocks in the supra

they said they was jacking the wave, i ain’t tryna throw shade, but yo music is lame

ain’t spittin no flame boy you chose the wrong game

yuh

i don’t need security, where’s your maturity

we just stay 40 deep, talking bout me, we gon put you sleep, no cap

- lividnneon

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