Correction Paroles WOO Forever (Remix) par Rah Swish

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(Sinister)
(When we posted all we do is body beats)
Nine shots in the Ruger
Uh

I’m in the Murcielago (Murcielago)
But we doin’ hits out the Tahoe (Brrt, baow)
I make her drink from the bottle (Bottle)
We make a move and they follow (Follow, follow, follow)
She wanna fuck, I know (I know)
I’m in love with my bitch (What?)
Still got feelings for my side ho (Treesha)
Wanted beef with the gang, I told them niggas to sign up (Sign up)
She pickin’ and choosin’, I told that bitch make her mind up (Make your mind up)
Look (Look), I got on all the designer (Woo)
We hit ’em up, we sit ’em back, recline ’em

Nine shots, I give these bitches to drool on me (Drool on me)
I went to school with the tool on me (Got the tool on me, got the tool on me)
I’m with some shooters that shoot for me (Woah)
I pop out, I’m makin’ your boo horny (Ha)
She wanna fuck, she gotta go link the gang first (Go link the gang first)
She callin’ me “M” ’cause that’s what I told her my name worth (Name worth, name worth)
Look (Look), lost Pop and the pain hurt (Pain hurt)
Tryna stay focused, I drink on this liquor and take Percs (Woo)
Two steppin’ (Yup), I hit it first, we don’t do seconds (Nope)
Come to the Floss and you knew check in
Clase Azul ‘fore the mood set in (Look, look)
I link her once, kiss on her neck, get it too wetter (Mwah, mwah)
He doin’ bad, that nigga a clown, gotta do better (Dummy)
She think she my bitch, G’d you (G’d you)
No, we don’t fuck with them people (People)
I been outside, 2009, I had it tucked in Evisus (Baow)
She outta line, I’ll break her spine, I’ll put that bitch in a fetal (Wait)
When you make them posts, do not compare me, none of these niggas my equal (Equal, equal)

Uh, I’m in the Murcielago (Murcielago)
But we doin’ hits out the Tahoe (Brrt, baow)
I make her drink from the bottle (Bottle)
We make a move and they follow (Follow, follow, follow)
She wanna fuck, I know (I know)
I’m in love with my bitch (What?)
Still got feelings for my side ho
Wanted beef with the gang, I told them niggas to sign up (Sign up)
She pickin’ and choosin’, I told that bitch make her mind up (Make your mind up)
Look (Look), I got on all the designer (Woo, ah)
We hit ’em up, we sit ’em back, recline ’em (Yeah, yeah, huh, uh)

I tell her, “Shake it,” huh, ha
Fifty bottles in the club and we wasted
I got a lot of woes that’ll spin
If opps niggas tryna drop a location
He took the closest nigga out my life
When I was Freddy, he was movin’ like Jason
Doola got hella smoke up in the air (Yeah)
He passed it off and they found it he laced it
Let’s talk about it, huh
Most of these niggas been scared, I’ve been well aware
They took my brother, I don’t really care
When we catch a nigga, we ain’t playin’ fair
I got like ten bands on my neck
But I need a twenty-piece up on my ear
I give like ten bands for the set
My lil’ nigga catch an opp and he in

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