Still counting I' woah
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl outta college brought the city outta
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H town like woah
Still counting I'm woah
Big pockets woah
Cross the country woah
Different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
Like woah I can't trust a soul
Gotta keep a pole
I can never pillow talk cause I don't trust a hor
VVS is water drippin' fussin' no commode
Like woah like woah
I can never wrestle but my heart is stone cold
I done made a hundred thousand in these shell toes
Bought my mama Fendi used to shop at Melrose
Like woah like woah
Got it out the field like a f*ckin' scarecrow
Hundred thousand dollars have you ever seen it snow
Macaroni shawty nigga know how I keep some dough
Like woah
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl outta college brought the city out her
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H-town like woah
Still countin I'm woah big pockets woah
Cross the country woah different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
Baby where you wanna go
Beemer I drive it slow
I'm tryna pull up on you hit you before I hit the show
If I stamp your passport is you gon' bust it on this boat
Ride me like Mary Go my hands are on your throat
When you come around this way this shit get sticky baby
We put love and all relations behind gettin' paper
We put love and all relations behind gettin' paper
Not a thing supersede when we gettin' cheese
I want a crib in every city bitch we count keys
You ain't the only one with groupies baby I'm a piece
You say it's good I'm comin' home ain't gotta tell me please
You say it's good I'm comin' home I'm gettin' my ass up off the road
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl out of college brought the city out of
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H-town like woah
Still countin' Im woah big pockets woah
Cross the country woah different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
On my soul
On my soul
Countup Kel - WOAH (feat. BIGFLEXX187) Lyrics
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Still counting I' woah
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl outta college brought the city outta
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H town like woah
Still counting I'm woah
Big pockets woah
Cross the country woah
Different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
Like woah I can't trust a soul
Gotta keep a pole
I can never pillow talk cause I don't trust a hor
VVS is water drippin' fussin' no commode
Like woah like woah
I can never wrestle but my heart is stone cold
I done made a hundred thousand in these shell toes
Bought my mama Fendi used to shop at Melrose
Like woah like woah
Got it out the field like a f*ckin' scarecrow
Hundred thousand dollars have you ever seen it snow
Macaroni shawty nigga know how I keep some dough
Like woah
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl outta college brought the city out her
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H-town like woah
Still countin I'm woah big pockets woah
Cross the country woah different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
Baby where you wanna go
Beemer I drive it slow
I'm tryna pull up on you hit you before I hit the show
If I stamp your passport is you gon' bust it on this boat
Ride me like Mary Go my hands are on your throat
When you come around this way this shit get sticky baby
We put love and all relations behind gettin' paper
We put love and all relations behind gettin' paper
Not a thing supersede when we gettin' cheese
I want a crib in every city bitch we count keys
You ain't the only one with groupies baby I'm a piece
You say it's good I'm comin' home ain't gotta tell me please
You say it's good I'm comin' home I'm gettin' my ass up off the road
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl out of college brought the city out of
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H-town like woah
Still countin' Im woah big pockets woah
Cross the country woah different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
On my soul
On my soul
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl outta college brought the city outta
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H town like woah
Still counting I'm woah
Big pockets woah
Cross the country woah
Different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
Like woah I can't trust a soul
Gotta keep a pole
I can never pillow talk cause I don't trust a hor
VVS is water drippin' fussin' no commode
Like woah like woah
I can never wrestle but my heart is stone cold
I done made a hundred thousand in these shell toes
Bought my mama Fendi used to shop at Melrose
Like woah like woah
Got it out the field like a f*ckin' scarecrow
Hundred thousand dollars have you ever seen it snow
Macaroni shawty nigga know how I keep some dough
Like woah
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl outta college brought the city out her
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H-town like woah
Still countin I'm woah big pockets woah
Cross the country woah different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
Baby where you wanna go
Beemer I drive it slow
I'm tryna pull up on you hit you before I hit the show
If I stamp your passport is you gon' bust it on this boat
Ride me like Mary Go my hands are on your throat
When you come around this way this shit get sticky baby
We put love and all relations behind gettin' paper
We put love and all relations behind gettin' paper
Not a thing supersede when we gettin' cheese
I want a crib in every city bitch we count keys
You ain't the only one with groupies baby I'm a piece
You say it's good I'm comin' home ain't gotta tell me please
You say it's good I'm comin' home I'm gettin' my ass up off the road
Lifted room spinnin' 2 am still pinnin' bout ya
You can pop out with your bitches they can pick a partner
Took a good girl out of college brought the city out of
Cross the country different flavors I got different options
ATL woah H-town like woah
Still countin' Im woah big pockets woah
Cross the country woah different flavors woah
And I gotta get to where I'm goin' it's on my soul
On my soul
On my soul
Writer: Kelvin I
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