woah - blckk lyrics
[intro]
you know he’s gonna get you, right?
who are you talking about?
(teenage disaster…)
brrt, woah, yeah
he don’t f*ck around, i hit my burner phone and whip it ‘fore he gone
i flip his f*cking sons, right before he blow, woah
[chorus]
w*w*wish him dead, i put sh*t to bed, i’m not what you read
b*tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f*ckin’ fed
[verse 1]
k!ll his friends, b*tch, i put an end to his f*ckin’ head
b*tch, i’m set, what i said, i meant, b*tch, don’t come again
this ain’t that, not no f*ckin’ threat, b*tch, i beat that bet
pay my rent, i’m just f*ckin’ proud that i made that dent
spend two more then hit the corner store to pick two .40’s, bro
emptied out, i hit that sh*t again and wake up on the floor
burn that f*ckin’ vеnue up as soon we walk through the door
put my f*ckin’ namе up on the list, that’s what i did for
[chorus]
wish him dead, i put sh*t to bed, i’m not what you read
b*tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f*ckin’ fed
wish him dead, i put sh*t to bed, i’m not what you read
(b*tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f*ckin’ fed)
you look just like you a f*ckin’ f*
[verse 2]
warm it up, i put that sh*t you dropped inside a f*ckin’ box
like disrespect, sh*t you read about, hope you f*ckin’ rot
can’t get caught, i did that sh*t so clean but not no f*ckin’ bot
just hit his f*ckin’ spot, i want him gone, i (pow, pow, pow)
blood on my shirt, b*tch, somebody get hurt
you can’t f*ck up my work, i did it at birth
guess that’s something i learnt, been this way since birth
i f*cking earned, all that sh*t i put
in my f*cking blood, take my point, crack that f*cking sh*t up
bet that sh*t get real
[hook]
woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!)
woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah!
woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!)
woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah! (yeah!) woah!
[chorus]
wish him dead, i put sh*t to bed, i’m not what you read
b*tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f*ckin’ fed
wish him dead, i put sh*t to bed, i’m not what you read
(b*tch, i’m pickin’ lead, you look just like you a f*ckin’ fed)
you look just like you a f*ckin’ f*
[outro]
(you know he’s gonna get you…)
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