Dallas Ford - Woahhh

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Woah Woah

This woman fine as hell, thick as fuck
Had to take her to the crib to get to sippin', she got strippin' I said Woah
Now we in the whip, bump my shit, shorty move them hips
I just bought this car I don't know how to drive it slow, woah
Imagine that, my B4D boys, they in the back - remember Hombre track?
If he ain't family gotta Go, woah
Benjamin's got some sins to confessin'
But when he started ventin'
All the pastor said was No, woah woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah

I hear em' talk, how I look, what I'm dressin'
Son my fashion ain't a question, just some shit that y'all don't know, Woah
I'm from the 7's, in the 60's is a blessin'
In the summers we be sweatin', in the winters they be cold
Sandwich bags, digi' scale, in the Honda
That's some shit I wasn't fond of
Back when I was selling 'dro
Met some real ones, met some fakes
Know some rats, know some snakes
It's a jungle so just keep that grass mowed
Mowed, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah

Back to trappin' at 15, movin' weight by 17
I hit 20 me and Bryce had pounds to bloww-oh
Up to Kutz, drive to State, to the Burg, then the H
They were plugs, I can't say their names though-oh
Have a cop decide our fate, he pulled his gun not his mace
I was like Woahhh-oh
I stepped back, chose to wait - Question mark, Curry Case
I claim progressive but it really doesn't show, Woah
Show, Woah Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah
Woah Woah, Woah Woah
Woah

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Dallas Ricker

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