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lirik lagu woah – jmc

[filthy frank/pink guy]
“you vape? aye what flavor mane?”

[chorus: jmc]
like woah
off the jet, fresh to death lookin’ like woah (woah)
up the stage, grab the mic, tear it up woah (out my way)
move the crowd, surfin’ in this b*tch like woah (out my way)
like woah b*tch (out my way) * like woah (yeah)

off the jet, fresh to death lookin’ like woah (yeah)
up the stage, grab the mic, tear it up woah (yeah)
move the crowd, surf in this b*tch like woah (woah)
like woah b*tch * like woah

[verse: scarred fa*lyfe]
in the sky like i’m a plane, double dutchin’ mary jane
will not entertain ya gamе, ion do this sh*t fa fame
f*ck the cost, woah * b*tch i been i boss, woah
hop up in this b*tch wit h*lla saucе * back innat mode! woah
f*ck shorty, then kick her out
see you when its time ta f*ck, money, gotta stack it up
gas i’m puffin, packs a punch ya girl would rather sit wit us
makin moves i’m climbin up ya time is up!
i’m on my way! no cap tho f*ck what people say
vision worth a salary, workin on a master piece
pull up in a phantom drop the top middle of winter, sip a little
wit some b*tches, off of tinder thick n tatted, like to party
faded off a bit of molly threw it back, life of the party * woah
[verse: jmc]
man i work a, 9 * 5, i hate my life and that’s facts
lets talk about these new starts, these new beginnings and new tracks
now don’t restart, don’t loop again * no glasses, i’m superman
at the crib and now we toast glasses, now i guess i’m clark kent
don’t mistake this * yes sir i lace hits
sow’em up * my greatness
is that why they can’t face this
i’m back to the f*ckin’ basics
goodness, gracious since grade 6
stuck in my ways, tried makin’ change
how come this the only sh*t that makes sense?

i’mma have gucci to louie we keep it all coolie
we boolie whenever we pop
pull up in hoodies, we lookin’ for goodies
if you know me truly, i just want to sn*tch
pull up and boo me, i shoot you at zumies
you thinkin you sue me, i’m thinkin’ you not
pull up a nudie, you know that’ll tune me
i know that i’m loony, now follow my path

k!ll’em all and i’ll put it on god but
but where you think i got the leather for my ball
i be chillin the dark in the car when then call
run around with my * mask off
like a neutron gotta * blast off
blind as a b*tch and * that’s tough
round of applause my hats off
shows over folks and that’s all
[chorus: jmc]
like woah
off the jet, fresh to death lookin’ like woah (woah)
up the stage, grab the mic, tear it up woah (out my way)
move the crowd, surfin’ in this b*tch like woah (out my way)
like woah b*tch (out my way) * like woah (yeah)

off the jet, fresh to death lookin’ like woah (yeah)
up the stage, grab the mic, tear it up woah (yeah)
move the crowd, surf in this b*tch like woah (woah)
like woah b*tch * like woah

- jmc

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