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rhymie - like whoa lyrics

[verse 1]
i’mma hop up on a record then i k!ll it, really
i might just make a f+cking hit without a singe pillie
yeah, i got it, yo, pockets full of money rolls
once i’m done, i gonna go, i ain’t never stopping, no
this is rhymie, b+tch, try me, b+tch, i’m just kidding, silence, b+tch
you’re the one i’m ’boutta ditch and this should go without a hitch
boy, you make my eyelid twitch, i’mma make your body flinch
try your luck and find a stitch right above your upper lip
what the f+ck you talkin’, b+tch, you wanna tell me something?
got a buddy with a pumpy and them choppas just to dump ya
nah, i ain’t f+cking with that sh+t, but he be high on perky
so i don’t think it’s f+ckin’ worth it, run away, he shows no mercy
homie pulled up on that levin, that pretty whip revvin’
cruising 24/7 and three 8’s is what i smelling
doin’ 100 onna road, gеar three and then four
feelin’ like whoa, yeah, i’m feelin’ likе whoa

[hook]
feelin’ like whoa, money need more
yeah, this beat is so dope, i don’t give a f+ck, no
aiyo, toyo low pro, f+ck with me, you lay low
i ain’t playin’, no, boy, i’m in the slay mode

[verse 2]
cru+cru+cruising with my girlie, got my hand up on her hip
and i feel a little dirty, wanna kiss her pretty lips
yeah, i like it when she strips, put my finger on her cl+t
rub it just a little bit, and my d+ck, she makes it spit
lookie+lookie, i got lucky, while you f+ckers stuck in yuck and
all your f+ckin’ b+tches mucky, lookin’ ugly, you’re just sulky
why you sayin’ that you hit it, boy, i bet you betta quit it, boy
ain’t n0body with you, boy, i bet you just been snitchin’, boy
fire a couple missiles at ’em sissies, i won’t miss at all
mothaf+ckas talk some sh+t about me – i’mma diss ’em all
listen, all of them, i pin ’em on “reported missing” wall
blow them f+ckin’ kisses, rhymie here to k!ll ’em all
i’mma drop another banger, i don’t give a f+ck, boy
i’m like floyd mayweather, i can feel my blood boil
i’mma make that f+ckin’ money, i don’t care, quick or slow
but i bet i’ll do it quick, ’cause i’m feelin’ like whoa
[hook]
feelin’ like whoa, money need more
yeah, this beat is so dope, i don’t give a f+ck, no
aiyo, toyo low pro, f+ck with me, you lay low
i ain’t playin’, no, boy, i’m in the slay mode
feelin’ like whoa, money need more
yeah, this beat is so dope, i don’t give a f+ck, no
aiyo, toyo low pro, f+ck with me, you lay low
i ain’t playin’, no, boy, i’m in the slay mode

- rhymie lyrics

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