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wooh money - chiraq freestyle lyrics

[verse 1 wooh money]

i’m wooh money i’m in da field like i’m tryin’ to catch me a deep ball
he talk big but he small shoot a little n-gga watch him fall
realtalk ion know y’all but that light i’m will show y’all
nah i ain’t talkin’ c0ke when i say i’m gone blow y’all
get ya weight up n-ggas fake like make up
all these f-ck n-ggas hate us i’m the baker get ya cake up
hallows give them n-ggas shape ups
bottle make a b-tch shake stuff
hit a l!ck for the bread n-gga don’t ask me for a cut
break bread wit my day one
loud blunt ima face one maybe two
p-ssy n-ggas say ain’t a real but the real n-ggas say that ain’t true
ima have to win cause i hate to lose you take one i’m takin’ two
don’t get sh-t twisted cause my little n-ggas out makin’ moves
stay wit the strap i think he date the tool
big bro got some loose screws
how you blood used to claim crip n-gga to my team you fufu
i b hood like juju n0bdy say who’s wooh
disrespect i’ll do you 40 make em move like voodoo
got money i’ll take that spend that and remake that
on them papers can’t smoke weed so we askin’ where the molly at
or the xans at
blowin’ loud where the fans at
shoot the crowd where ya mans
at y’all n-ggas trash where the cans at
drive by where the vans at
in ya trap where the bands at
on a plane where the land at im breakin’ bread where my fam at
face card no scan that that weed stick like semtex and i’m the bomb
told that b-tch suck harder when i say i’m finna c-m
i’m goin’ strong, gettin’ cheese no provolone
they say it’s where u at but ion forget what i came from
hold on i keep the heat i’m so lebron
dunkin’ on these veterans i really think i’m the chosen one
i pull it out you get scared and run
i’m pulling out when i’m about to come in her mouth just for fun run up im in yo house but its just for nun
why you it’s just for nun kuz he ain’t got sh-t
flexin’ like you got bricks
makin’ my n-ggas hot and sh-t bullets everywhere we rockin’ sh-t we ain’t stoppin’ sh-t
now what’s really poppin’ b-tch he talkin’ to the cops and sh-t
n-ggas think they from chiraq callin’ my a opp and sh-t
you watchin’ me at da top and sh-t new shoes i’m rockin’
it new glock c-ckin’ it
this beat i had to body it pistol full of hollow tips
know a lot if bloods and i know a whole lot of crips
ion bang but i’m poppin’ b-tch
i got a question why you gotta snitch
he say he real he probably b-tch
ion f-ck wit f-ck n-ggas cause f-ck sh-t i got a problem wit
nike from head to toe know some bad b-tches that turned hoes
know some homeboys that turned foes
he was that n-gga now he snorting c0ke
used to be rich now he gone broke
i was free gotta a po
just a little n-gga turned dbo
she was virginary now she deep throat
sober boys now we smoke
from the bottom now we dope
why you tellin’ on me fo got a ak but i’m g bro
they watch me more than tivo
won’t let em down like tebow
loud pack i wreak that $20 dollar blunt i keep those
take that n-gga repo
i’m the president
no veto fabo yea he bro
and a hoes ain’t saving those
where the f-ck you see a hero
versace shirt no migos
no love f-ck rico
up the pole where he go
n-ggas out here tellin’ sh-t like what i’m doin’ is legal
adms thats the g road we all stick to the g code
one swing we all swing they three deep get three smoked
what i’m tryin’ to say is we don’t fight cause we keep those
koolin’ cause my heat broke but i’m hot tho
f-ck you f-ck five o like fast money guns cars clothes
like war backwards i’m raw bro
i phone in my cargos
stack my cheese and chips i take your cause that’s nachos
shout out to my vatos n-ggas and my bread sets
ion f-ck wit n-ggas like a godd-mn red neck
ima f-ck boy who said that write his name down add a check
put that sh-t on a fridge and connect it wit a magnet
so i’ll remember who said that
remember who dead next
remember who hatin’ on me
remember you waitin’ on me
ima hot boy no baby homie no satin homie
doing bad kuz satin on me ima be good be patient homie
snitches got them cases on me finessin’ got them faces on me
no safety but i’m safe homie no curves i’m straight homie
i take you out no date homie
ima slide down on a snake jake homie he fake homie
n-ggas sweet fresh baked homie
n-ggas starving don’t get ate homie
you got 30 i got 8 homie let’s see who make it homie
yea i’m holding wit a strap on me let’s see if you take it homie

- wooh money lyrics

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