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Woa...! [Official Audio]
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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Composer
Andres Catellanos
Andres Catellanos
Songwriter
Abdul Moiz
Abdul Moiz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dulio
Dulio
Producer
Lucid
Lucid
Producer
Yeat
Yeat
Mixing Engineer

Testi

(Dulio, 力を貸して, phew, woo, Lucid, took your bitch) Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (woo) I don't fuck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (woo) I don't leave the crib without my Glock, without my semi' (yeah) Woah, I don't leave without my Hemi (ooh) I got lots of money inside my bag, got lots of cash on me (shh) I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks at all (what?) I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah) Whoa, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now? Whoa, why they tryna jack my fuckin' sound? Whoa, I got too many flows, too many sounds Whoa, hah, we ain't pull up just to fuck around (phew) Whoa, fuck the law, fuck your money I got all them honey bunnies (yeah) I got every type of digit I got all types of money (all types, all types) Every time I did, I just went, "Ehh" (ehh) I ain't nevеr gave a fuck, I just went, "Ehh-еhh" (dulio, 力を貸して, woo, Lucid) All this shit is fuckin' tragic Just went, "Ehh" (shh, shh, shh, shh, shh) I just boot up just to crash And just went, "Ehh" (ooh) I know it's bad, I know I'm brash I know I'm "Ehh" (ack) I don't boast and I don't brag That's why I'm here (huh, huh) Whole lotta fuckin' money Just to swim in it, yeah I got deadly weapons I got bullets in it (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom) I got two garages I got 12 in tinted (12, whoops) I got four different houses I don't know which one I'm at (huh, huh) I just been revvin' this bitch I just been runnin' this shit (huh) Yeah, I just been fuckin' that bitch Just been runnin' the street (what? What?) Yeah, we gon' shoot up that bitch Smoke 'em like Swisher Sweets (whoa, whoa) Takin' a mo'fuckin' L? Yeah, you a mo'fuckin' lame (yeah, ha-ha) You claimin' to really act tough Boy, you ain't in no gang (boy, say your name) We can get you deceased We can get you out of this place (stay in your lane) Bitch, that Shmunk army We all over the place (yeah) (Dulio, 力を貸して, phew, woo, Lucid, took your bitch) Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (woo) I don't fuck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (woo) I don't leave the crib without my Glock, without my semi' (yeah) Whoa, I don't leave without my Hemi (ooh) I got lots of money inside my bag, lots of cash on me (shh) I don't give no fucks, I don't give no fucks at all (what?) I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah) Whoa, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now? Whoa, why they tryna jack my fuckin' sound? Whoa, I got too many flows, too many sounds Whoa, hah, we ain't pull up just to fuck around (phew) Whoa, fuck the law, fuck your money, I got all them honey bunnies (yeah) I got every type of digit, I got all types of money (all types, all types) Every time I did, I just went, "Ehh" (ehh) I ain't never gave a fuck, I just went, "Ehh-ehh" (dulio, 力を貸して, woo, Lucid)
Writer(s): Noah Olivier Smith, Abdul Moiz, Andres Castellanos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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