Lyrics
I was like
Woah, you don't know, what I know
So bro, hit the road, let it grow,
Fuck hoes, let it flow, gotta show
Explode, drop it low
Give the code
It's 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Hundred million bitches looking for some rich men
Re up, get up, back up, stand up, get up, get up, get up yuh
Re up, get up, back up, stand up, get up, get up, yuh
Woah, they talk bout shit they don't know,
They be always doing fame shit (cut it off)
You be lookin like you wanna beat shit (let it off)
They be acting like a fuckin fake shit, drop drop it low
Hit em' with the
Hit em' with the onomatopoeia
Hit em' with the onomatopoeia
Hit em' with the onomatopoeia
Hit em' with the onomatopoeia
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah woah, woah
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