| Snakes in the grass and they
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| Might get cut (hey)
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| Think I’m in my bag when
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| I might get up (hey)
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| They in this grass and they
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| Might get cut (hey)
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| Bitch I’m in my bag (yeah)
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Snakes in the grass make you do something
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| Make you wanna prove something
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| You ain’t gotta prove nothing
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Now the snakes in your head like Medusa
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| Guess they really do something
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| I just hit the fuel and I’m ready
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| Big bag of dope like its Belly
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| We gon' burn the block down, can you smell it
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| Top shelf but the mid still selling
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| If she got a man, I ain’t telling, yeah
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| She wanna do something
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| Try a new something
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| Tryna prove something
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| If she wanna pop it, pop it make it do something
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| We gon' rock it, we gon' rocket to the moon or something
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| Mota on the beat
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| Mota on the keys
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| Mota on the mix
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| Mota on repeat
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| When they play it, gotta leave
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| I don’t wanna hear me speak
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| I can’t go enjoy my album cause its shit I wanna tweak
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| And I might
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| Manager’s is tight
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| All the shit I write from overthinking overnight
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| Crown wit' the ice
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| I don’t even drink, I just don’t wanna think
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| Then I throw up in the sink, singin'
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Snakes in the grass make you do something
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| Make you wanna prove something
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| You ain’t gotta prove nothing
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Now the snakes in your head like Medusa
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| Guess they really do something
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| Boy you betta calm down before you blow a gasket
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| I used to want a casket, until I studied ashes
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| A phoenix ain’t a pet, I need a shower and a mattress
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| Cherry burned my mustache and my lashes
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| I be lookin' past it too much to really gas it
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| Stickin' to the facts like you slappin' a cactus
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| Down bad, but I’m still batting over average
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| Ski mask, can I do a flip over the masses
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| I ain’t playin' X-Games (why?)
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| Cause my ex playin'
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| Mota in the flesh mane
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| Know the rest mane
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| Nothing that I do is to impress mane
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| Visions of the green like a Jets game
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Snakes in the grass make you do something
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| Make you wanna prove something
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| You ain’t gotta prove nothing
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Now the snakes in your head like Medusa
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| Guess they really do something
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| I just hit the fuel and I’m ready
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| I just hit the fuel and I’m ready
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| I just hit the fuel and I’m ready
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| I just hit the fuel and I’m ready
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Woosah, baby woosah
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| Woosah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Woosah , by - Angelo Mota. Song from the album My Art Is Bad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп