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whoa - a2p fred lyrics

[intro]
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anything
i don’t know what i said right there
i don’t know what i said right there, right here
anything
uh

[verse 1]
b*tch, ask me if i boost, nah b*tch, i sell dope
i’m in traffic, bust a buss, i’ll serve you at the store
where i’m from we slide k’s and 30s, we don’t ride 4s
and i heard you told on so*and*so, n*ggas trolls
h*ll yeah, i f*cked your baby mama, n*gga, so?
act tough on ig, face*to*face n*ggas hoes
if it’s ’bout that motherf*ckin’ cheese i’m on go
you better stay the f*ck out my way when i’m in that mode
florida boy, whack a n*gga, throw him in the orange grove
my b*tch cook good but she can’t f*ck with me on that stove
i’m a 90s baby, girl, i eat ass and suck toes
put that fye on you, why you playin’ with that rose?
all up in my business, shoot a n*gga in his nose
i’m spending all the dubs but the blues, i keep those
flaw*ass n*gga gotta know i peep those
life a game, the cheat code is cheap bows and kilos
you gon’ go flat f*cking with them freak hoes
p*ssy n*gga: pickle sausage, chili cheese fritos
’bout that lajan, i get in creep mode
chasing down that check, i’m in no sleep mode
i don’t trust sh*t but my scale and calculator
life started off rough but it got greater later
i jumped in that water head first and built a gator
one thing about me, i’m a motherf*ckin’ player
lactose, i’ma get the cheese and sh*t on all the haters
i live my life for real and n*ggas not, i hate fakers
n*gga think he lit until i hit his circuit breaker
i tombstone the p*ssy n*gga like the undertaker
[chorus]
b*tch, ask me if i boost, nah b*tch, i sell dope
i’m in traffic, bust a buss, i’ll serve you at the store
where i’m from we slide k’s and 30s, we don’t ride 4s
and i heard you told on so*and*so, n*ggas trolls
h*ll yeah, i f*cked your baby mama, n*gga, so?
act tough on ig, face*to*face n*ggas hoes
if it’s ’bout that motherf*ckin’ cheese i’m on go
you better stay the f*ck out my way when i’m in that mode

[outro]
rap n*ggas doin’ all that… ain’t got a n*gga like…
rap n*ggas wearin’ all them fake diamonds like…
rap n*ggas actin’ like they sliding but they lying, n*gga
i might go country ’cause these rap n*ggas hoes
(b*tch, ask me if i boost, nah b*tch, i sell dope)
(i’m in traffic, bust a buss, i’ll serve you at the store)
(where i’m from we slide k’s and 30s, we don’t ride 4s)
(and i heard you told on so*and*so, n*ggas trolls)
(h*ll yeah, i f*cked your baby mama, n*gga, so?)
(act tough on ig, face*to*face n*ggas hoes)
(if it’s ’bout that motherf*ckin’ cheese i’m on go)
(you better stay the f*ck out my way when i’m in that mode)

- a2p fred lyrics

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