Lyrics Woah - Shy Glizzy, Brodinski

Woah

Woah
Woah
Woah, woah, woah
You’re nothing, hoe
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
(Wa wa, woah)
Glizzy got it for the low, low, low
(Low low)
I’m just thugging
I’m just fucking with woah, woah, woahs
(My woahs)
We be fucking hoes and running from the po, po, pos
Woah
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
Let me know
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
I got paper, now it’s time to make some more, more, more
Woah
Self paid, self-made
Since that 9th grade
Might cop a bitct, stupid chain
Like that ice age
Go and ask my mama
I was very hard to raise
Tattoos on my face
Thank God that crime pays
My bomber full of bands
Rollie got a stance
Jefe, I’m the man
I got shooters out in France
This wasn’t the plan
I put that shit on all my
A nigga play with GG
We come shooting at his fam
That’s your broad or your doe
You know the youngest is in charge
Count out 50 large
While I’m getting a massage
Bitch, we is the mob
Go to hell or you go hard
I got that something hard
I can throw your a
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
(Wa wa, woah)
Glizzy got it for the low, low, low
(Low low)
I’m just thugging
I’m just fucking with woah, woah, woahs
(My woahs)
We be fucking hoes and running from the po, po, pos
Woah
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
Let me know
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
I got paper, now it’s time to make some more, more, more
Woah
I got on Adidas
And of course I keep my
Boy, I am a streeter
You’re a family guy, like Peter
My bitch, she is a diva
Better beat it when I need her
I’m running to the money
Going faster than a cheetah
Glizzy Gang the mob
(GG)
My watch glow in the dark
(Bling, Bling)
I come through, and them bitches say:
I roll like bad cop
This shit in my heart
These pussies just acting hard
If you play with the Don
I beat your ass right to my shot
Boy, that scared me
Calling on these niggas
Like I’m Kelley
Dirty
I don’t go nowhere without my .30
Money just get dirty
Bitch, I fuck your dirty
Don’t plan on getting burny
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
(Wa wa, woah)
Glizzy got it for the low, low, low
(Low low)
I’m just thugging
I’m just fucking with woah, woah, woahs
(My woahs)
We be fucking hoes and running from the po, po, pos
Woah
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
Let me know
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah)
Woah, woah, woah
(Woah, woah, woah)
I got paper, now it’s time to make some more, more, more
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah