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Listen to Woah (feat. Jay Willy) - Single by TJA
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Anthony James Ackerman
Anthony James Ackerman
Songwriter
Jordan Colley
Jordan Colley
Songwriter

Lyrics

Get a bag cop a milli It be silly Team smokin on the bud dilly dilly like I'm the man in the city turn around let me hit it Eat the booty and the kitty like Im mad versatile they mad hurt cause i am A fucking beast deny it i'll fucking feast a lion I'm off the leash i'm dying to eat at least A million of these rappers its time to tun up the heat Fuck all the fake love yaw just want a stage buzz Focus on the drip and not who's grippin on the paintbrush They be switchin lanes up that ain't how i came up Loyalty the same never changed from a fame plug Jay willy the flavor, this one for the haters Niggas out there hopin and praying we fall off If you wanna come and take us you taking us all on If you wanna come and break us we making you brawl for it Talk to'em nigga Imma saint imma sinner Imma loser imma winner I'm the illest and the antidote Yaw be talking like you big You ain't running with the giants Niggas lie and it ain't adding up Yaw ain't even half of what the average was Shit i spit a verse and bring the average up Been curving these bitches fuck burning these bridges I jump off the edge and go I never listen to you lames cus You just wanna see a couple digits on a paystub I just wanna get it like I came up Hit em with something different don't even gotta say much I been chillin with my day ones Everybody else always givin nothin but fake love I been killin in the name of Ragin everyday like from the second that I wake up Ain't nobody can tell me different I love it tho And even tho the punches keep comin I keep on duckin those I ain't ever runnin from nothin cus y'all ain't comin close Y'all even touchin my buzz homie you fuckin know You know we run it And always keep it a hunnid A saint a sinner I love it A painter and nothin but it Bob ross of this hip hop big fax Wit a lotta sauce in a zip lock thats that like Imma saint imma sinner Imma loser imma winner Im the illest and the antidote Yaw be talking like you big You aint running with the giants Niggas lie and it ain't adding up Yaw aint even half of what the average was Shit i spit a verse and bring the average up Been curving these bitches fuck burning these bridges I jump off the edge and go
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