Luh Dino - Woohoo

Woohoo Lyrics Dirty

Intro

Money counter , dog food,

Know when I call you,

Come around acting gangsta,

Know we ain’t all cool,

Young niggas be paper chasing,

I want em’ all blues,

Never fuck with fake cuz’ my religion keep me all true,



Hook

I got bitches, I got bitches,

I got money, I got money,

N**** we breaking banks, We dont piece shit up,

We running Monday thru Sunday,

Remember bro caught that case, Tried to give him 10, Judge knew that shit wasn’t funny,

And Remember when we copped that K,

Shot that bitch one time, Had the n**** whole hood running,



Woohoo,

Call up Bin, He call up Quin, He call up twin,

Woohoo,

Call lil foenem gangsta, Shoot him and his friend,

Woohoo,

Call up Rick, We call up Chris, He call up Bricks,

Woohoo,

And we dont pump gas without our blicks, Yeah shoutout Nardo Wick



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What The Fuck Is That?



Verse



Niggas knocking at the door,

Dont know his face, bro pass the strap,

My brother got shot, I keep one in the head,

I dont never lack,

Think this shit a lick and we gone grab yo neck and split yo cap,

Yeah,

Bronem just called up a lick so I gave him the bad, told em pull up the car,

Slide in that all black suburban, If 12 get behind us, I tell her put the clip in her bra,

Up4Life business we riding, getting money together, You know we gone reach to the top,

And any nigga trying to ride on the boat, We breaking that hands and we kicking them off,

Putting on my moncler coat, You know this bitch be costing,

Just bought all my steppas boots cuz’ all them niggas marching,

No I don’t like lucky charms but I got green like boston,

And my twin know to grab that blicky whenever I call him,

Yeah,



Bronem just called up a lick so I gave him the bad, told em pull up the car,

Slide in that all black suburban, If 12 get behind us, I tell her put the clip in her bra,

Up4Life business we riding, getting money together, You know we gone reach to the top,

And any nigga trying to ride on the boat, We breaking that hands and we kicking them off,



Hook

I got bitches, I got bitches,

I got money, I got money,

N**** we breaking banks, We dont piece shit up,

We running Monday thru Sunday,

Remember bro caught that case, Tried to give him 10, Judge knew that shit wasn’t funny,

And Remember when we copped that K,

Shot that bitch one time, Had the n**** whole hood running,



Woohoo,

Call up Bin, He call up Quin, He call up twin,

Woohoo,

Call lil foenem gangsta, Shoot him and his friend,

Woohoo,

Call up Rick, We call up Chris, He call up Bricks,

Woohoo,

And we don't pump gas without our blicks, Yeah shoutout Nardo Wick



………



What The Fuck Is That?

Written by:
BENJAMIN HUBBLE, BERKANT GUNDUZ, ROLAND HANNAH, SHAMSUD JAITEH

Publisher:
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