Listen to Woah by Lil Baby

Woah

Lil Baby

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Quay Global
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Rosser
Chris Rosser
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

New car very noisy Come through and it's roarin' Yeah, yeah You know how I'm comin' You know how I'm comin' Bend her over, then I murk her Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your verses I be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses I can't even lie, you ain't my type You ain't even all that fine in person I can guarantee you if you my kind She got every bag you can imagine Big house, I can really be braggin' Hundred thousand in my mouth like, what's happenin'? Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin' He ain't me, you can keep the comparisons My bitch probably one of the baddest Good girl, turned her into a savage Dispatch, got a problem in traffic We came through in matching G-Wagons Low-key, I've been keeping it classy Could be really out here doin' 'em nasty Niggas couldn't even see me in last year Just started and them niggas in last gear I ain't even try to and I passed 'em Giving looks, I contribute to fashion Drop a song, I be giving them captions Stand alone, not your regular rapper Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt) You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (Yeah) I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell 'em to go She hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the road She know how I get when I get in that mode Ain't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buying no clothes Wanna do shows and make me some songs Make sure that other shit come in, get sold We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles We play with our money and not with our nose I used to go to the West to get loads I just came back from the West with a trophy I'm on some more shit She said she miss it and sendin' emojis No time to kick it, I'm always in motion Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions I'm on that back when I slept on the floor shit I'm on that me and the bro kick a door shit I'm on that back when I stood at the stove shit Ain't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shit I'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope it I know one thing, I'm never gon' be hopeless If you tell 'em what was said, you a rodent Drive the new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt) You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt) You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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