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W H O A Video (MV)




Performed By: EMG Maj
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Marcus Robinson




EMG Maj - W H O A Lyrics




E-M-G
Early morning grinding, baby
M-A-J the major
Yeah, woah, bitch, I'm really him

I ain't gotta ride a nigga coattail to get it in
I drop slap, niggas sleep, it's time to spin again
Off that batch, nigga tweaked, it's time to tell a friend
Yeah, woah, and f*ck a hater, mane

Every year, it's like I double up, so shit, I can't complain
Struggled all my motherf*ckin' life, it's like I'm sellin' pain
Now I'm up as f*ck and niggas wonderin' why the f*ck I changed
Yeah, woah, they really upset

Grown-ass man, ain't nobody made me jump yet
I pull up in a sleeve, hop out lookin' like a new check
I've been verified, don't give no f*ck about a blue check
Yeah, woah, I said I'm really him

Way more Pac than all you little niggas think you gettin' it in
Difference is, I would never glorify the shit I did
Never talk, even when I lost, shit I played to win
Ghetto superstar, I ain't seein' y'all, gap is stupid far

You pulled up in your baby mama car, you ain't one to talk
I'm up early morning grindin' every day, that's a head start
Only competition in the mirror, you can knock it off
Woah, so gone with the challenge shit

Boogie said, win way before Khalid did
Had to crawl off the porch, but now I run shit
But think it could've been you, but you ain't done shit
Catch me somewhere down in Tennessee, nigga ducked off

But I'm still a Fli-City nigga across from Forest Park
Early morning grindin', baby
I had to run it back, yard full of Lacs
I bet the neighbors think I'm dealin' crack

So much motion, I can hardly find the time to relax
Been goin' hard for a second, I forgot I rapped
Yeah, woah, and you ain't touchin' shit
I'm still Live Wire I'll pull up and get to jumpin' shit

Brag different, real estate, it used to be a dealership
Real shit, your bitch on my dick, I just curve the bitch

Catch me somewhere down in Tennessee nigga ducked off

But I'm still a Fli-City nigga across from Forest Park

Catch me somewhere down in Tennessee, nigga, ducked off

But I'm still a Fli-City nigga across from Forest Park
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E-M-G
Early morning grinding, baby
M-A-J the major
Yeah, woah, bitch, I'm really him

I ain't gotta ride a nigga coattail to get it in
I drop slap, niggas sleep, it's time to spin again
Off that batch, nigga tweaked, it's time to tell a friend
Yeah, woah, and f*ck a hater, mane

Every year, it's like I double up, so shit, I can't complain
Struggled all my motherf*ckin' life, it's like I'm sellin' pain
Now I'm up as f*ck and niggas wonderin' why the f*ck I changed
Yeah, woah, they really upset

Grown-ass man, ain't nobody made me jump yet
I pull up in a sleeve, hop out lookin' like a new check
I've been verified, don't give no f*ck about a blue check
Yeah, woah, I said I'm really him

Way more Pac than all you little niggas think you gettin' it in
Difference is, I would never glorify the shit I did
Never talk, even when I lost, shit I played to win
Ghetto superstar, I ain't seein' y'all, gap is stupid far

You pulled up in your baby mama car, you ain't one to talk
I'm up early morning grindin' every day, that's a head start
Only competition in the mirror, you can knock it off
Woah, so gone with the challenge shit

Boogie said, win way before Khalid did
Had to crawl off the porch, but now I run shit
But think it could've been you, but you ain't done shit
Catch me somewhere down in Tennessee, nigga ducked off

But I'm still a Fli-City nigga across from Forest Park
Early morning grindin', baby
I had to run it back, yard full of Lacs
I bet the neighbors think I'm dealin' crack

So much motion, I can hardly find the time to relax
Been goin' hard for a second, I forgot I rapped
Yeah, woah, and you ain't touchin' shit
I'm still Live Wire I'll pull up and get to jumpin' shit

Brag different, real estate, it used to be a dealership
Real shit, your bitch on my dick, I just curve the bitch

Catch me somewhere down in Tennessee nigga ducked off

But I'm still a Fli-City nigga across from Forest Park

Catch me somewhere down in Tennessee, nigga, ducked off

But I'm still a Fli-City nigga across from Forest Park
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Writer: Marcus Robinson
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