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letra de woop - virtue o.s.o

p. soul on the track

[intro]
aye, you know huey had them hoes trained though
they gon’ be woopin’ all night
(woop, woop)
(woop, woop)
(woop, woop)
(woop, woop)

[verse 1]
i just want a hunnid million dollars to go floss on n-ggas, help my family too
growin’ up we never had nothin’ and sh-t was always hard and still continue to
i been tellin ’em to drink some water
that’s key of life, the wonders it could do (sippin’ on)
i just want to clear my uncle charges, what the court’ll charge us
thousand bands’ll do (bands, bands)
virtue o.s.o i’m rollin’ dolo, i don’t want no perfume up on my polo (that gucci)
only tryna f-ck bad b-tches with big titties that drive me loco
i want the baddest baddie, with the fattest fatty
h-lla classy, know you nasty
hit it raw then pop a plan b, call me daddy
f-ck to sh-ggy and she sally from the valley (woop)
if you ain’t sucking or f-ckin’, you buggin’
she knock on my wood got me huffin’ and puffin’
that n-gga you with man, he ain’t give you nothin’
come to my side and now you gon’ be stuntin’
boy you won’t be sh-t, gon’ get teared to pieces
dedicated to pieces and smoking out pieces
i don’t know what peace is (ha)
f-ck em’, i don’t know what peace is
military and ar sh-t, i don’t what peace is so f-ck em’

[interlude: twelve9 & virtue o.s.o]
aye o.s.o, where you at with it bro?
pull up, bruh
this mothaf-ckin’ weird ass, crazy ass mothaf-cka (who?)
lookin’ at me all weird talkin’ bout
“imma f-ckin’ pull up on the homie grove”
(wait, hold, aye bro)
what the f-ck? i-i mean groove n-gga
just get over here, sh-t, we on oxnard
(bet, bet, bet, bet)
hurry up! (i’m on mine, i got you)

[verse 2]
man all these cats runnin’ wild on streets and i know for a fact they ain’t no strays
good home and good mommas cryin’, but for some reason they choose gunplay
it’s sad to see these young lives being taken, but that why they say this ain’t no game
these dudes ain’t stupid they misinfluenced thinkin’ they all hard and they ain’t got no options
you been warned so proceed with caution
gang violence getting worse and worse
we need to coexist and find the real target
browns and blacks k!llin’ their own kind
less work for cops, they want us really parted
from the rest of good usa, oh such much freedom see it’s pure irony
stop you for the most bogus reasons
we ain’t at fault if we’re a little defiant
still no reason to take a life, but it is what it is just fight the fight
everyday is based on survival, man we just want another day of light
i just want my people livin’ right
ain’t no fear when steppin’ at night
god give us all the mighty-mighty, before it’s nighty-night

[outro]
pop, lock, and drop it like yo momma taught you, b-tch
pop, lock, and drop it like huey taught you, b-tch
pop, lock, and drop it like yo momma taught you, b-tch
pop, lock, and drop it like huey taught you b-tch

(woop, woop)
(woop, woop)

- virtue o s o

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