| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah, oh
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| Oh, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Oh, woah (Yeah)
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| Oh, woah (Yeah, Mustard on the beat, ho)
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| Tony Montana, white diamonds on my wrist and neck
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| I was just controllin' the way y’all niggas was trollin'
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| Led her to my opps, stab you up, and now your bed red
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| I went doctor on that bitch, now she sexy
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| I put a new nose on her face and new chest, chest
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| I put a chain on the bitch, now her neck wet
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| You can call her pawn
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| Mermaid, her hair way too long, yeah
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| I just take ecstasy if shawty takin' Percocet, yeah
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| You was tryna fuck the bitch and I was tryna get the neck (Woo)
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| I was tryna keep it crucial with you on some project shit (Ayy)
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| You was tryna keep it bougie with her, now you never hit, yeah
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| This my anniversary, I had my chopper six years
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| Rose gold Vista, got the temper red, rare (Ayy, ayy)
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| Blicky, blicky, real, real, diamonds give me chills (Ayy)
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| Steve Harvey, Benz red, rims solid kill (Ayy)
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| Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah (Ayy)
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| Clive Christian, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah)
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| I’ve been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah, woah (Woah)
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| When I get through fuckin', I’ma bill her, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| I’ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| Hopes and the dreams what was sold, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em more, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| I’ve been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy)
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| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah, oh
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| Oh, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Bad little nigga
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| Space coupe, panoramic glass in the middle
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| Jewelry box lookin' like a bag full of Skittles
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| Underdog, but that bag done got bigger
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| Owner of the house, none of my cars are a rental
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| Room for her and her friends, I pay for all their incidentals
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| Hope you comprehend, I do my songs without a pencil
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| She wanna fuck again, I look for time in my agenda
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| I stuff cash in my denim
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| And I’m strapped, I’ll hit 'em
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| I can’t be a victim, nah, I can’t beat the system
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| And I always put it on, Gucci on my little ones
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| Know some niggas did me a wrong, I never forgive 'em
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| Me and my whole crew enormous, you niggas little
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| FN and the mini carbons, don’t need a hitter
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| I stay high, I smoke a garden, weed in my liver
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| Young Gunna, I beg your pardon, forever dripper (Ayy)
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| Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah
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| Clive Christian, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah)
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| I’ve been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah, woah (Woah)
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| When I get through fuckin', I’ma bill her, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| I’ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| Hopes and the dreams what was sold, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em more, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
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| I’ve been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy)
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| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah, oh
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| Oh, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Oh, woah, oh
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Oh, woah
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| Woah, woah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Woah Woah , by - Mustard. Song from the album Perfect Ten, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп