Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woes, artist - King. Album song Slime Season 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.07.2013
Song language: English
Woes |
| I had a dream about that paper |
| Woke up and went and got it the next day |
| If it ain’t no money conversation |
| We ain’t talking, what the fuck we got to say? |
| See they want the dab |
| They want the swag |
| They want the juice |
| They want the perky |
| They want the Act' |
| They want the boot |
| If I ain’t got it on me, I’m calling my wodie |
| I bet you he wet your shit up like a ocean |
| Get me to the kitchen, I’m whipping the potion |
| (I fuck with my woes) |
| If I ever got a problem, I’ma call up my wodie, yeah |
| (What it do, Skoot?) |
| I ain’t talking Kung Fu, he’ll split your shit open, yeah |
| Camera creeping in the cut with the chopper fully loaded, yeah |
| One call, that’s all, you get murked dude, leave his brains on his shirt like |
| he waste food |
| All day I dream about is money, yeah |
| I want them hunnids, yeah |
| Pussy nigga wanna fight, no Chris Brown, we can run it, yeah |
| And I swear to God, I’m deep in her stomach, yeah |
| See, I just on your hoe, that’s a baby shower |
| She get on them drugs and call it a happy hour |
| I’m plugged in, I’m well connected, like mobile towers |
| Disrespect it, we pull your plug, no Georgia Power |
| I had a dream about that paper |
| Woke up and went and got it the next day |
| If it ain’t no money conversation |
| We ain’t talking, what the fuck we got to say? |
| See they want the dab |
| They want the swag |
| They want the juice |
| They want the perky |
| They want the Act' |
| They want the boot |
| If I ain’t got it on me, I’m calling my wodie |
| I bet you he wet your shit up like a ocean |
| Get me to the kitchen, I’m whipping the potion |
| (I fuck with my woes) |
| Ya heard me? |
| You know I heard ya, brodie |
| Pockets on retribution, fuck with my woes, I swear I’ll do ya |
| My DeLorean come from the future, rewind the time back to the future |
| We went from rags to riches on these bitches |
| I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear |
| And I’m really getting tired of these niggas |
| Gotta move around 'cause the feds really be watching niggas |
| I can’t stay too long when I’m in the trap |
| I blow fifty bands, I’ma get it back |
| No ball capping, no fitted hat |
| I just walk around with this stupid sack on me |
| I had a dream about that paper |
| Woke up and went and got it the next day |
| If it ain’t no money conversation |
| We ain’t talking, what the fuck we got to say? |
| See they want the dab |
| They want the swag |
| They want the juice |
| They want the perky |
| They want the Act' |
| They want the boot |
| If I ain’t got it on me, I’m calling my wodie |
| I bet you he wet your shit up like a ocean |
| Get me to the kitchen, I’m whipping the potion |
| (I fuck with my woes) |