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WOAH! Explicit contentE

gameronduty

· 2:29 · 40 plays · v3-preview

Lyrics

Intro

(Yung Gravy on the beat)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Verse 1

Woah! I ain't crying for these hoes

We on a private jet, and we be travelling the globe

On some missionary shit, we fuckin' telling them we dope

You know that Gravy and T-pain, you know we only spreading hope (woah)

(Like, aye!) Where the hunnies, where them hoes

I be stacking up the racks so fast my banking statements froze

(Like, aye!) We be going door to door

I be handing out them hundreds, drop your knees to the floor

(Like, aye!) Gravy train, at the station

Got them worldwide hoes, I collect from every nation

(Like, aye!) Got the keys to car

And rims spin like fidget, but I ain't going far

(Woah)

Pre-Chorus

(woah) Got a brand new peacoat

(Yeah) Got a brand new ski boat

(Vroom) Look at the rule that I rewrote

(Nice) Them hoes call me the GOAT

Chorus

Woah Woah Woah, Where the hoes

All directions

Use my whip as a mirror

The paint got reflection

Woah Woah Woah, Where the hoes

All directions

I don't fuck with tens

Don't believe in perfection

Call me a cartographer

In the genre I am mapping

I'm a movie star

And my bitch calls me "Chaplin"

Post-Chorus

Woah! Where they at, where they at?

Woah! Where they at, where they at?

Woah! Where they at, where they at?

Woah! Where they at, where they at?

Verse 2

T-pain

T-pain on the track, But I'm not a conductor

I'm in the job of trades, I'm a buffed up constructor

I was a good kid, yeah I listened to my mother

Ice on my wrist, cause' it's hot in the summer

I've been running around, running around

I've been going in loops

I ain't fucking broke

So I ask for triple scoop

(Woah)

Pre-Chorus

(woah) Got a brand new peacoat

(Yeah) Got a brand new ski boat

(Vroom) Look at the rule that I rewrote

(Nice) Them hoes call me the GOAT

Chorus

Woah Woah Woah, Where the hoes

All directions

Use my whip as a mirror

The paint got reflection

Woah Woah Woah, Where the hoes

All directions

I don't fuck with tens

Don't believe in perfection

Call me a cartographer

In the genre I am mapping

I'm a movie star

And my bitch calls me "Chaplin"

Post-Chorus

Woah! Where they at, where they at?

Woah! Where they at, where they at?

Woah! Where they at, where they at?

Woah! Where they at, where they at?

[Outro)

(Where they at) T-pain

(Where they at) Yung gravy

Woah!

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