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letra de oh lawd - wil harbor

hook:

oh lawd!
i’ma bout to take her to the stars/
i’ma bout to show her who the boss/
i don’t know who shorty looking for/
we taking off…
oh lawd!
foreign girls hopping and out them foreign cars/
let em know that your clique be going hard/
she patiently waiting just to take them off/
i think she with me just to say she on/

verse 1:

now she’ll do anything to get on/
she calling me, when her man leave/
girl you know you so wrong/
took couple hits of that strong/
now shorty losing her thong/
i sent her home with a couple tracks
now her man be my bumping songs/

i got moves to make, got flights to take/
never looking back, i got cake to stack/
no time to waste, i don’t ice the face/
just ice the flow, cool price to pay/
i’m with real g’s, no time to fake/
this major league, no time to hate/
she working on me, twerking on me
she ain’t even really tryna conversate/

couple shots i’m reloaded/
took couple pics cause she’s posing/
made a couple trips, lost a couple chips/
gotta dip the cops cause i’m holding/
shorty in the whip open/
got shorty in the whip zoning/
she whispered to me, said boy you fire/
i said nah that’s just what we smoking/
i’m out the bas-m-nt, it’s back to basics /
i’m balling hard, i gotta check my laces/
i paid my dues, while paper chasing/
all this time i been facing changes/
all my friends keep changing faces/
all these cribs i keep changing places/
all these stages, turn the pages/
still i find out that the flows amazing/
harbor!

hook:

verse 2

ok i fight the feeling, she fight the urge
our last slip up was a lesson learned/
i drop the ceiling. no copping feelings/
the cops watching, gotta get to pealing/
i’m tryna shine and you throwing shade/
ciroc and lime in my lemonade/
she well behaved, in the public eye/
but when they eyes is closed, she eyeing me/
skating on em, no red wings/
got a case of rum and some red bulls/
shorty always wanna try things/
but her main things getting her hair pulled/
it’s harbor baby, nothing harder baby/
we can take trip to stars baby/
we can get lost till tomorrow baby/
that’s all baby, then i’m gone baby/

cause you already know i’m getting back on the road/
you already know i’m getting back to the dough/
couple rolled blunts, got a couple being puffed/
do a couple cold stunts, in a warm weather month/
couple back shots, while she parked in the front/
tell them lames dude man they don’t want none/
tell them lames fools, man i don’t need them/
got stick my roots and the place where i’m from/

bridge

all i know is real g’s, all i smoke is og/
all i see are these bad broads and they say they got what i need/
all i know is real g’s, all i smoke is og/
all i see are these bad broads and they rubbing all on my piece/

hook:

- wil harbor

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