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white $osa - woahflow lyrics

(intro)
tay keith, this too hard
d-mn, was that trey? say less
woah, woah, woah woah woah
yeah, ay, woah gang
tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-s up

(chorus)
woah, woah, woah woah woah (woah gang)
we overlook on hate now taking flights across the globe (we gone)
woah, woah, woah woah woah (woah gang)
sos-amazing bout to glow, glow, glow
woah, woah, woah woah woah (woah gang)
litty in the party watch us h-t the lawn mow
woah, woah, woah woah woah (woah gang)
dripping on you b-tches by the low, low, low (we dripping)

(verse 1)
i’m bout to blow like a rocket
i got the plug ain’t a need for a socket
hoe said i’m popping i feel like a choppa
i got the sauce got me feeling like rasta (yeah)
hoe wanna f-ck but my d-ck is so boujee
b-tch i’m a dog yeah i’m coming like scooby
never had juice now i got me some groupies
lately been balling i’m feeling like rudy
10 racks in my jeans, was so broke, now i’m up for real
got it on my own, with no help, i don’t need a deal
diamonds are so froze, ou i’m cold, now i got the chills
i ain’t tryna brag, i’m just up, gotta keep it real
woah gang, big thangs, riding don’t switch lanes
now i’m getting rich, know we all getting free change
whole lotta money, now i flex making big gains
f-ck a bad broad, lil hoe how my d-ck taste
foot on they neck (b-tch, hey)
thousands on checks (b-tch, hey)
i just had a wreck (b-tch, hey)
i might cop a vet (b-tch, hey)
breaking these b-tches for sure that (hun)
i just went copped a new rolex (hun)
your b-tch favourite rapper you know that (hun)
you say you got ice but you stole that (hun)
i just f-cked a bad b-tch
she knew how to gag d-ck
say i’m lit like travis
in love with my fashion
these haters be talking i feel they got [?]
but really be b-tches like hannah montana
they envy my juice coming just like a jammer
got racks in my pocket, can’t touch me like hammer
b-tch i’m on fire i feel like a torch
hoes on my b-lls i ain’t talking no sport
slick want a benz, but maybe a porsche
cuban all lightning, it’s coming like thor

(bridge)
i just want the bag b-tch, ha not you hoe
baby i’m so smooth like some oil, yeah that crystal
wrist shining like gl-ss, like the sun hitting the window
b-tch don’t call me cuz, homie i am not your kinfolk

(verse 2)
tay keith hit me up, he said “it’s time my boy sosa”
that’s another banger think i’m taking sh-t over
woah gang coming with me i stay down for my brothers
fax, my family real cause i can see through a cobra (b-tch)

- white osa lyrics

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