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Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
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Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
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50 Cent
50 Cent
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808 Melo
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Автор песен
Adam Hashim
Adam Hashim
Автор песен
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
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Andre Loblack
Andre Loblack
Автор песен
Curtis James Jackson III
Curtis James Jackson III
Автор песен
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Автор песен
John W. Lucas
John W. Lucas
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
808Melo
808Melo
Продюсер
RXCKSTA
RXCKSTA
Сопродюсер
Jw Lucas
Jw Lucas
Сопродюсер
DJ Drewski
DJ Drewski
Продюсер
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Мастеринг-инженер
Sage Skofield
Sage Skofield
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Rose Adams
Rose Adams
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
K. Miller
K. Miller
Инженер звукозаписи
Chris Dennis
Chris Dennis
Инженер звукозаписи
K. Mack
K. Mack
Продюсер
Billy J
Billy J
Продюсер
Ray Lennon
Ray Lennon
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Jerz
Jerz
Продюсер
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Инженер звукозаписи

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She want a Woo nigga She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I told her, "Ooh-woo-woo" Shawty wanna fuck me inside of the coupe I can take you out everywhere, fuck a jet fare Versace hotel with Versace robe, woah, woah Like you when you let down your hair with no comb And I stay to myself 'cause I never liked these hoes (yeah) And she only liked the guap, red light these hoes Why would I waste my time on a shorty That don't got me on the front of her mind? Especially when you get designer and I wine and dine And the Bentley came with the wings like a number nine, yeah Come through, just us two I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too Come through, just us two I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too She wanna fuck with the Woo (Ayy, she wanna fuck with the Woo, Woo) She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah That's my kind of bitch, she be sayin' some shit Like, "When you gon' fly me in private, so I can land on that dick?" She said, "Tricks is for kids", she don't fall for the tricks She can handle her own, she just want some dick Got that big Birkin bag worth five, six figures You might be out your league, can you buy that, nigga? I pull up on her top gone on the Dawn, I'm the don You can fuck around, if you want, if you want Out in Bali, big swing, big dress Big ass, make her squirt and make a big mess Before we done, she ask "Where we gon' do it next?" Next, so wet it fucked up the seats in the jet She like all that gangsta shit Top down, ridin' 'round with the blick Who you with? Woo She like all that gangsta shit I said, "She like all that gangsta shit" She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo (hahaha) Let me take you to the candy shop (candy shop) Show you all I got (all I got, all I got) I put the diamonds on your chain (chain, uh) To match your diamond ring (uh) I'm 092, nigga, Woo (Woo, back) Hate it or love it (love it), it's me and you (woo) Let's turn her into something She said she love Woo niggas (woo, uh) Them niggas who gon' pull triggers (grrt, oh) I was fine when I met you (met you, pow) Then I sexed you (woo) Then I left you (uh) 'Cause your pussy feel the same (feel the same, feel the same) And I don't got time to waste (no time to waste) She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Andre Michael Loblack, Jess Reed Jackson, Rodrick Moore, John Wesley Lucas, Curtis Jackson, Adam Hashim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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