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letra de woo shit* - pop smoke

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[chorus: pop smoke]
look
i’m downtown chicago, on michigan ave with polo and we on some woo sh-t
i go for the s-x with bad b-tch, and we both feelin’ ruthless
if i see an opp in the spot, i look him in his face like “you ain’t gon’ do sh-t”
sources, too late, headshot, clueless

[post-chorus: fivio foreign]
they fell in love with the movement
i see an opp in the room and “bow”
you get the money and calm in confusion
don’t try and teach me n-gga, i know what i’m doin’
bob, bobby, uh, uh, saw me and started shootin’
big dough, goofin’, snowflake, coolin’, ay, ay, ay

[verse 1: fivio foreign]
i get the money and dip
i don’t go to war ‘less i’m fully equipped, uh
everywhere i go, i’m good with a b-tch, ayy, ayy
i got a fast switch, showin’ that he past grip
i see you smokin’ on my n-ggas, ’cause that be your last spliff
k!ll the women, he do mad hits
turn my b-tch into a bad b-tch
droppin’ sumo like i’m madlib
all i did was give him adlibs, ayy, ayy, ayy
too rough and know how to play, uh
after the show, that’s out of state
i make them b-tches go right out of the way

[chorus: pop smoke]
i’m downtown chicago, on michigan ave with polo and we on some woo sh-t
i go for the s-x with bad b-tch, and we both feelin’ ruthless
if i see an opp in the spot, i look him in his face like “you ain’t gon’ do sh-t”
sources, too late, headshot, clueless

[post-chorus: fivio foreign]
they fell in love with the movement
i see an opp in the room and “bow”
you get the money and calm in confusion
don’t try and teach me n-gga, i know what i’m doin’
bob, bobby, uh, uh, saw me and started shootin’
big dough, goofin’, snowflake, coolin’, ay, ay, ay

[verse 2: polo g]
i just took the gas in new york with the gang and we on some woo sh-t
and we really outside, and my crew lit
we too deep, ain’t n0body gon’ do sh-t
if it’s a problem, my young n-gga shoot sh-t
in the field, we took more than a few plays
mike amiri jeans full of goose strips
i might get frostbite, all this ice on me
tell him stitch me a new wrist
i just dropped ten racks up in louis
i spend like a bail on my new kick
make a hater throw up, ’cause my coupe sick
i can’t f-ck on that ho, ’cause i’m too rich
make a hater throw up, ’cause my coupe sick
i can’t f-ck on that ho, ’cause i’m too rich

[chorus: pop smoke]
look
i’m downtown chicago, on michigan ave with polo and we on some woo sh-t
i go for the s-x with bad b-tch, and we both feelin’ ruthless
if i see an opp in the spot, i look him in his face like “you ain’t gon’ do sh-t”
sources, too late, headshot, clueless

[post-chorus: fivio foreign]
they fell in love with the movement
i see an opp in the room and “bow”
you get the money and calm in confusion
don’t try and teach me n-gga, i know what i’m doin’
bob, bobby, uh, uh, saw me and started shootin’
big dough, goofin’, snowflake, coolin’, ay, ay, ay

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