Jd Ballin - Ou Woah (feat. Realtahj)

Ou woah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Fuck it up, run it up again
I ain't falling in love again
Know these niggas is fake and it ain't what it seem
I can't ever trust again
I came up on my doly, I aint have a team
So don't say its us again
Ain't in my heart, I ain't never gone fold
Imma get rich, I just stick to the code
Im mixing the Prada, Amiri, Vlone
Talk down on the gang
Get that boy, get him gone
Keep on throwing it back
Move that shit till it clap
Keep on doing that shit cause its turning me on
Bring in the baccend thats all that I know
Ou Woah, ou woah
I barely got friends, so my demons be playing with me
If you ain't money, you ain't staying with me
I do what I want, and I really don't care how it be
Started on my own, i didn't even have me a team
Yeah
Yeah
Lately Im bussin,
Im poppin prescription to deal with the pain
No sunny days I just be in the rain
If it don't got my name
Then it don't concern me
Im tryna figure out if I was worthy
I know Im the best, no they could never hurt me
Fuck around
You know that you could get buried
And no I won't ever change
Swear Imma go up and Im gone stay the same
But you know Imma go hall of fame
You want me to teach you
How good, demonstrate
Whole bunch of moves
Whole bunch of bands
I gotta go head and put it in play
Same niggas that was just talking that shit way before
Now they really don't got shit to say
Huh, huh
Fuck it up, run it up again
I ain't falling in love again
Know these niggas is fake and it ain't what it seem
I can't ever trust again
I came up on my doly, I aint have a team
So don't say its us again
Ain't in my heart, I ain't never gone fold
Imma get rich, I just stick to the code
Im mixing the Prada, Amiri, Vlone
Talk down on the gang
Get that boy, get him gone
Keep on throwing it back
Move that shit till it clap
Keep on doing that shit cause its turning me on
Bring in the baccend thats all that I know
Ou Woah, ou woah
Run up the bag gotta get to the cheese
I want the sloppy just get on your knees
Im finna get rich
Everybody that doubted the boy
Now they wanna believe
Im in her gut like a nigga do surgery
I need the bank
This shit gone be a burglary
Body ya verse
And a young nigga murder beats
I ain't no human they calling me Hercules
Now Im on yo head
Young nigga count up the deads
Can't fuck with these niggas they feds
Got the game in a lock like a dread
I ain't never losing again
In the 4th hit the shot for the win
And I stay with the sharks when I swim
From the north I rock grey on the brim
Bang in the paint, and I hang on the rim
Fuck it up, run it up again
I ain't falling in love again
Know these niggas is fake and it ain't what it seem
I can't ever trust again
I came up on my doly, I aint have a team
So don't say its us again
Ain't in my heart, I ain't never gone fold
Imma get rich, I just stick to the code
Im mixing the Prada, Amiri, Vlone
Talk down on the gang
Get that boy, get him gone
Keep on throwing it back
Move that shit till it clap
Keep on doing that shit cause its turning me on
Bring in the baccend thats all that I know
Ou Woah, ou woah
Up again
Ou Woah, ou woah

Written by:
JD Ballin

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