Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woah Woah, artist - Mustard. Album song Perfect Ten, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 10 Summers, Interscope
Song language: English
Woah Woah |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah, oh |
Oh, woah |
Woah, woah, woah |
Woah, woah, woah |
Oh, woah (Yeah) |
Oh, woah (Yeah, Mustard on the beat, ho) |
Tony Montana, white diamonds on my wrist and neck |
I was just controllin' the way y’all niggas was trollin' |
Led her to my opps, stab you up, and now your bed red |
I went doctor on that bitch, now she sexy |
I put a new nose on her face and new chest, chest |
I put a chain on the bitch, now her neck wet |
You can call her pawn |
Mermaid, her hair way too long, yeah |
I just take ecstasy if shawty takin' Percocet, yeah |
You was tryna fuck the bitch and I was tryna get the neck (Woo) |
I was tryna keep it crucial with you on some project shit (Ayy) |
You was tryna keep it bougie with her, now you never hit, yeah |
This my anniversary, I had my chopper six years |
Rose gold Vista, got the temper red, rare (Ayy, ayy) |
Blicky, blicky, real, real, diamonds give me chills (Ayy) |
Steve Harvey, Benz red, rims solid kill (Ayy) |
Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah (Ayy) |
Clive Christian, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah) |
I’ve been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah, woah (Woah) |
When I get through fuckin', I’ma bill her, woah, woah (Woah, woah) |
I’ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah) |
Hopes and the dreams what was sold, woah, woah (Woah, woah) |
Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em more, woah, woah (Woah, woah) |
I’ve been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy) |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah, oh |
Oh, woah |
Woah, woah, woah |
Woah, woah, woah |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah |
Bad little nigga |
Space coupe, panoramic glass in the middle |
Jewelry box lookin' like a bag full of Skittles |
Underdog, but that bag done got bigger |
Owner of the house, none of my cars are a rental |
Room for her and her friends, I pay for all their incidentals |
Hope you comprehend, I do my songs without a pencil |
She wanna fuck again, I look for time in my agenda |
I stuff cash in my denim |
And I’m strapped, I’ll hit 'em |
I can’t be a victim, nah, I can’t beat the system |
And I always put it on, Gucci on my little ones |
Know some niggas did me a wrong, I never forgive 'em |
Me and my whole crew enormous, you niggas little |
FN and the mini carbons, don’t need a hitter |
I stay high, I smoke a garden, weed in my liver |
Young Gunna, I beg your pardon, forever dripper (Ayy) |
Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah |
Clive Christian, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah) |
I’ve been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah, woah (Woah) |
When I get through fuckin', I’ma bill her, woah, woah (Woah, woah) |
I’ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah) |
Hopes and the dreams what was sold, woah, woah (Woah, woah) |
Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em more, woah, woah (Woah, woah) |
I’ve been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy) |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah, oh |
Oh, woah |
Woah, woah, woah |
Woah, woah, woah |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah |
Woah, woah |
Oh, woah |
Oh, woah, oh |
Woah, woah |
Woah, woah, woah |
Woah, woah, woah |
Oh, woah |
Woah, woah |