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kam prada - woah! lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
woah, yeah, woah, woah

i call the shots and i’m makin’ the plays now i do what i want and he does what he can
he on the internet throwin’ shade so i blew up in his face then i did it again
i put a hunned on me like a stock
my shooter in here he sippin’ on wock
i’m with a baddie i’m sippin’ ciroc and now she wanna f+ck but i just want the top
that boy talk down but he don’t wanna go there
he don’t want problems my brodie does tote it
i popped a pill now i feel like i’m floating
she wanna f+ck when i land i’m like oh yeah (yeah yeah)
used to run track now i hop on that track and i mf run it
i got that b+tch in the back of the beamer now she wanna give me that throat and i love it yeah yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
he talkin’ down he get wet up
imma go mason margiela my sweater
stackin’ my racks to the tippity top all this money on me i’ve been countin’ blue cheddar
i’m lit when i’m off of the juice
i took my talents and put ’em to use
i love my haters way way too much cuz they lovin’ to talk while i’m countin’ my blues (my blues)
haha haha
they love to watch what i do (okay)
haha haha
imma go hop in a coup
lately been kickin’ sh+t like it’s just fifa
imma fly off in a foreign two seater
i been dope i don’t need no reefer
off white on me on my sneakers (woah)
believe it
i’m the top dog i’m the leader
i’m just tryna sell arenas
imma tell the b+tch that i don’t need her

yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
woah, yeah, woah, woah
i call the shots and i’m makin’ the plays now i do what i want and he does what he can
he on the internet throwin’ shade so i blew up in his face then i did it again
i put a hunned on me like a stock
my shooter in here he sippin’ on wock
i’m with a baddie i’m sippin’ ciroc and now she wanna f+ck but i just want the top
that boy talk down but he don’t wanna go there
he don’t want problems my brodie does tote it
i popped a pill now i feel like i’m floating
she wanna f+ck when i land i’m like oh yeah (yeah yeah)
used to run track now i hop on that track and i mf run it
i got that b+tch in the back of the beamer now she wanna give me that throat and i love it yeah yeah

yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
woah, yeah, woah, woah

- kam prada lyrics

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