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zelooperz & zack fox - woa! lyrics

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[intro: zack fox]
connie, are you f+cking kidding me?
woa, woa
woa, woa
woa, woa
woa, woa
(hot boy)

[verse: zelooperz & zack fox]
dirty mouth b+tch, eat a pound of soda
tryna’ hide the pack from him, but you found the coke
kick you out, b+tt naked, but you found a coat
n+gga tryna’ hang with me, better find the rope
i’m a young n+gga, just tryna’ float
rap don’t work, i’ma find the four
zaza clouds with a keke palmer
f+150 look like a boat
cuddlin’ with a fat b+tch, i’m kinda’ cold
did what i had to when i was broke
b+tch cheatin’ on me ’bout to find the code
your b+tch suck d+ck with a common cold
strapped in this b+tch, everybody know
.45 [?] domino
ain’t sh+t written out, time gon’ tell
bend around the corner, but money won’t fold
queen latifah, get the f+ck on the floor
run down on me like “geronimo”
b+tch up the snow like abominable
nasty ass hoe l!ck the cum off the floor
slap her in the face with a pile of mold
hot boy, hot boy, i’m on a roll
twinkle and glisten, these n+ggas get startled
td jakes, lil’ b+tch, i need swallow
pocket verde, avocado
pocket whiteface, vitiligo
tell a b+tch [?]
make a b+tch sell p+ssy at the dollar store
brand new mercedes same color as moscato
hop in that b+tch and i’m pushin’ the throttle
why in the f+ck would i trick on a model?
i ain’t had money, still f+cked on a model
she wanna get drunk, put water in a bottle
listerine kid, make a b+tch go gargle
play with the fam, get hit with a hollow
b+tch hid the head and made me wobble
she wanna come rub on the wood like apollo
arp make a n+gga do tae bo
bands in my pocket, i can’t walk, i hobble
i can read my bank account like a novel
b+tch can’t read me, this sh+t morse code
i’ll eat a pan b+tch, say “ありがとう”
this b+tch sick, i think she got parvo
this b+tch treat me like johnny bravo
this whip start, one b+tton like a vato
walk in this b+tch, do my dance like alonso
she like my jockin’, i came from atlanta
badass b+tch, but she drive an elantra
made this cake off the dolce+gabbana
hot ass hoe, so hot as savanna
make that b+tch my designated driver
b+tch think she burberry drivin’ a prowler
in love with the money, the money my powder
she throwing mixed signals, i think she a router
i’m pushin’ the bronco, i’m blowin’ on sour
suckin’ my d+ck to the winans, wowzers
[outro: zack fox]
woa, woa
woa, woa
woa, woa
woa, woa



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