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feelings - saiah woes & 808 mafia lyrics

[intro: saiah woes]
(808 mafia) hey, hey, hey
(southside, southside, southside) hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, yeah

[chorus: saiah woes]
my cup look like easter sunday, i’m still with the gunplay (grrah)
louis on her body, this b*tch still gon’ give me headaches (headaches)
back and forth to audemars, gotta make sure my time straight (hey)
keep my bad b*tch to the left just like beyoncé (just like beyoncé)
hundred million, i’ma have a hundred children (hundred children)
i ain’t got no opps, the mafia did all the k!llings (all the k!llings)
i ain’t got no thots, my main b*tch ran off with my feelings (hеy)
why you smokin’ all exotic? b*tch, i love the feeling (i lovе the feeling)

[verse 1: saiah woes & $amaad]
came from purple highs, now i’m sleepin’ in versace (in versace)
i need that b*tch right there, she got a body*ody (body*ody)
she wanna f*ck all night, i want that sloppy toppy (sloppy toppy)
been servin’ since a kid, man, it’s just a hobby (just a hobby)
asian b*tches in my dm come besides me, ayy (come besides me)
i love that double r, it be blockin’ out the sunlight (yeah)
who you finna squabble? n*gga, this a gun fight (gun fight)
been goin’ ’til the sun up, b*tch, i live that vamp’ life (nah, for real, n*gga)
i’ma buy you that new chanel, yeah, we gon’ get your bag right (get your bag right)
[verse 2: $amaad]
i’ll buy you that new c, come live this cash life (live this cash life)
posted with this cash, like
work it like an athlete (athlete)
b*tch, you want some ass, right?
i don’t want no man servin’ [?] (nah, for real)
i just drunk a half pint (ayy)
she f*ck with me halfway (ayy)
you gon’ have to back up on me quick so i could have sp*ce (i could have sp*ce)
i can’t take a half day (take a half day)
ayy, i’m ballin’ now, i used to ask n*ggas if they had chase (if they had chase)
i was on that bag chase
just so i could tap face, mhm (i could tap face)
i do what i want, i got some money now (some money now)
ayy, i do what i want, i’m finna pour me up (finna pour me up)
i can’t check my phone, i’m goin’ hollywood (goin’ hollywood)
why is n*ggas with no money tryna show me up? (tryna show me up)

[chorus: saiah woes]
my cup look like easter sunday, i’m still with the gunplay (grrah)
louis on her body, this b*tch still gon’ give me headaches (headaches)
back and forth to audemars, gotta make sure my time straight (hey)
keep my bad b*tch to the left just like beyoncé (just like beyoncé)
hundred million, i’ma have a hundred children (hundred children)
i ain’t got no opps, the mafia did all the k!llings (all the k!llings)
i ain’t got no thots, my main b*tch ran off with my feelings (hey)
why you smokin’ all exotic? b*tch, i love the feeling (i love the feeling)

- saiah woes 808 mafia lyrics

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