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Woah There! Video (MV)




Performed By: D-Suggs
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Donovan Suggs




D-Suggs - Woah There! Lyrics
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Ok now throw it back
Woah
Ima break her back
I'm off of Hennessey and ima make it last
I know she feeling me and I got plenty mags
I'm filled with ecstasy, got me screaming like
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
One time
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
Two times
Ok now why you tripping
Know my pockets different
Bitch I'm spending hunnids
When I want them millions
And you niggas funny, think you Peter Griffin
Split him, now he running
Think he need assistance
I aint go no felonies but this shit aint sweet
If a nigga cross me, may he rest in peace
Money keep on calling, speaking guapanese
Got no plans on falling, making history
Bitch I'm sipping Hennessey
Till my f*cking livers bleed
Niggas think that talk is cheap
Till I make my choppa sing
Singing out like do re mi
Know these hoes they follow me
But I want my heart intact
Just want you to fondle me
She said she want all of that
I said you want all of me
Know I gave a follow back
Gave me brain like Sophocles
I won't put my heart in that
Sorry my apologies, kept it real no fake in me
No heartbreak my policy
That's when she said
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
One time
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
Two times
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
One time
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
Two times
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Ok now throw it back
Woah
Ima break her back
I'm off of Hennessey and ima make it last
I know she feeling me and I got plenty mags
I'm filled with ecstasy, got me screaming like
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
One time
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
Two times
Ok now why you tripping
Know my pockets different
Bitch I'm spending hunnids
When I want them millions
And you niggas funny, think you Peter Griffin
Split him, now he running
Think he need assistance
I aint go no felonies but this shit aint sweet
If a nigga cross me, may he rest in peace
Money keep on calling, speaking guapanese
Got no plans on falling, making history
Bitch I'm sipping Hennessey
Till my f*cking livers bleed
Niggas think that talk is cheap
Till I make my choppa sing
Singing out like do re mi
Know these hoes they follow me
But I want my heart intact
Just want you to fondle me
She said she want all of that
I said you want all of me
Know I gave a follow back
Gave me brain like Sophocles
I won't put my heart in that
Sorry my apologies, kept it real no fake in me
No heartbreak my policy
That's when she said
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
One time
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
Two times
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
One time
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea yea
Two times
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Writer: Donovan Suggs
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