Prim0s - Whoa (feat. Eugene Miranda & MyGuy FlyRy)

Supreme be the Prim0s, got the good pre-rolls
God body blessed, I sees no evil
Got it on lock when we stepped in the spot
All the ladies stop, lookin shocked when we drop
Ry here, Tone here, Eugene got the beat lock
Fire up the flame, we gon' hit em' with the heat rock
Big clouds, large flames, Eugene make the beat rock
Rock with us now, it's too late when the team pop
We got viewes, we got streams
Yesterday this was just a dream
This is what it means to be winning with the whole team
This is in the genes, we got it sewn up from the seams
I'll show you what it means By the gleam and the bling in the pink ring
Today's price ain't yesterday's price
Used to take orders now, talk to us nice
Went from McDonald's to meals with the spice
Thank Jesus Christ, no roll of the dice
This was divine, meaning it's our time
Manifest our vision water whippin' in the kitchen
We did it off the pivot, now look at how we livin'
At the hole
finger roll,
we left em' like Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
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Whoa
Yo, when I put pen to paper
Which by the way really ain't even my nature
The haters take notice but they ain't gon' say shit
Too high too fly No cappin', no fakin'
We movin' on up, Outkast elevators
Primos VIP, you blacklist, James Spader
Greet you, and serve you, you're a lyrical
waiter
Blowin up spots, leave only a crater
I'm eating' emcees, it's like the game caters
Movin' the crowd like I'm movin' the faders
You thought you was hot, tell Ry and I came up
Yo, next album flop,
you know who to blame, huh
Whoa
Whoa
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Whoa

Written by:
Kelvin Whyms, Ryan Green

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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