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Zayvo - Woah3x Lyrics



Zayvo - Woah3x Lyrics




F*ck a heartbreak since I was 10 years old, I ain't trust nobody
I pray for my auntie, my cousin, be trippin' on pills he done f*ck around and caught him
A body
My brother f*cked up, I ain't trippin', he need him a shoulder to cry on, he know that

I got him
I done got older pull up to the bank, I ain't doin' no pullin', we makin' deposits
My brother say, twin, you been humble, that's facts cause a nigga know anytime that I can
Pop it

Pull up to the club, made these bitches fall in love, it's all cap these hoes think with they private
Private
Go to the mall, I might f*ck it up, know that my fit is official, I don't need a stylist
She wanna f*ck, I ain't on that, but I made the hoe pay for this dick, this a hoe, she

Bewildin'
Woah, woah, woah, I can't feel a thing, when I'm off this lean, you sent a text, left you
Unseen
Woah, woah, woah, everything I do is for my daughter, I used to move hot, but now I move

Smarter
Buss down chain know this bitch water brodie in the paint, just like Vince Carter
Runnin' up them bills, savin' every dollar
I ain't have a whip, but they ain't stop shit, if a nigga call, bet I get on Marta

When I moved on, tryna say you sorry, say that you in love, but I don't get the logic
I don't give a damn what a bitch say, cause they know that J-U-B the one to pop it
F*ck a heartbreak, since I was ten years old, I ain't trust nobody
I pray for my auntie, my cousin be trippin', I'll pills he done f*ck round and caught em a

Body
My brother f*cked up, I ain't trippin', he need him a shoulder to cry on, he know that
I got him
I got a order, pull up to the bank, I ain't doin' no pullin', we makin' deposits

My brother say, twin, you be humble, that's facts cause a nigga know any time that I can
Pop it
Pull up to the club, made these bitches fall in love, its all catty hoes, name it, they
Private

Go to the mall, I might f*ck it up, know that my fit is official, I don't need a stylist
She wanna f*ck, I ain't on that, but I made the hoe Pay for this dick, this lil' hoe
She be wildin', whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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F*ck a heartbreak since I was 10 years old, I ain't trust nobody
I pray for my auntie, my cousin, be trippin' on pills he done f*ck around and caught him
A body
My brother f*cked up, I ain't trippin', he need him a shoulder to cry on, he know that

I got him
I done got older pull up to the bank, I ain't doin' no pullin', we makin' deposits
My brother say, twin, you been humble, that's facts cause a nigga know anytime that I can
Pop it

Pull up to the club, made these bitches fall in love, it's all cap these hoes think with they private
Private
Go to the mall, I might f*ck it up, know that my fit is official, I don't need a stylist
She wanna f*ck, I ain't on that, but I made the hoe pay for this dick, this a hoe, she

Bewildin'
Woah, woah, woah, I can't feel a thing, when I'm off this lean, you sent a text, left you
Unseen
Woah, woah, woah, everything I do is for my daughter, I used to move hot, but now I move

Smarter
Buss down chain know this bitch water brodie in the paint, just like Vince Carter
Runnin' up them bills, savin' every dollar
I ain't have a whip, but they ain't stop shit, if a nigga call, bet I get on Marta

When I moved on, tryna say you sorry, say that you in love, but I don't get the logic
I don't give a damn what a bitch say, cause they know that J-U-B the one to pop it
F*ck a heartbreak, since I was ten years old, I ain't trust nobody
I pray for my auntie, my cousin be trippin', I'll pills he done f*ck round and caught em a

Body
My brother f*cked up, I ain't trippin', he need him a shoulder to cry on, he know that
I got him
I got a order, pull up to the bank, I ain't doin' no pullin', we makin' deposits

My brother say, twin, you be humble, that's facts cause a nigga know any time that I can
Pop it
Pull up to the club, made these bitches fall in love, its all catty hoes, name it, they
Private

Go to the mall, I might f*ck it up, know that my fit is official, I don't need a stylist
She wanna f*ck, I ain't on that, but I made the hoe Pay for this dick, this lil' hoe
She be wildin', whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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Writer: Zayvo James
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