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WHOAA Video (MV)




Performed By: Rolling Stone P
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: Pierre Campbell




Rolling Stone P - WHOAA Lyrics




I don't deal with f*cking hope, man
Hope, hope you gonna pay your goddamn rent
I know I'm not going nowhere
If your hope, hope don't work
You've never heard no rich, powerful motherf*cker say hope

Whoaa
Feel the magic in the air, Let it go
Let your fears out
Let it all go No tears now
Whoaa
This is the show
This the power, this the static, all glow
Whoaa

This what it feel like
This is on-site
This is what I'm made for
Whoaa

This is clear
I don't play fair
Haters stop and stare
Magic's in the air
This is so unfair
But I don't care
Drip Rick Flare
Fire, fire, call the bear
She said she want my pee-pee
Want to get freaky
I f*ck her to some chief-keef
Buss it till she leak leak
Now she on my wee-wee
Saying that she need me
You paying for the pussy and I get that shit for free-fee

All in the past, all of my pain, I'm letting go
Sorrow and anger's engineered to steal your soul

Surrounded by dealers and killers and users that don't give a shit
Where it's a cold world and love don't exist

I don't think you understand life
Ok I'll say it
This is how we play
Kool weirdos in this bitch
Now watch how we fillet
Knock, knock
Criminal minded but I think outside the box

Whoaa
Feel the magic in the air, Let it go
Let your fears out
Let it all go No tears now
Whoaa
This is the show
This the power, this the static, all glow
Whoaa

This what it feel like
This is on-site
This is what I'm made for
Whoaa

Trying to look good
I ain't trying to be trapped
Mike and Mary's for the trees in my back
I done lost me some money
And got it right back
Yeah, I'm running it up til my pockets is fat
Would've thought I was boosting
How I'm chasing the sack
And she loving my drip and she loving my swag
But I can't wife a bitch cause these bitches is wack

Up is the way ain't no other way
If it ain't by the bag, go the other way
I'ma do, I'ma say what I want to say
I'ma kill anyone and won't leave a trace
In a Raf, color cake but it's still in space
I'm ahead of you niggas but still in pace
This parada my drip
I don't need no lace
And your bitch ain't gon' think if she see my face

Member them nights that we hated apartments
Gotta get it, ain't no other option
Bitch, it's Chanel
Can't you tell by the garments
Ruth Chris, for them times that we starving
Never leave my brothers like I was Marvin
Never started, but now a nigga ballin'
When it rains, it pours
But I stay hoodied up
If it ain't one of us, then I don't give a f*ck
Member night, we were stuck and we hide in the
Ah come on
If I got it, you got it
See p ain't no chuck
Yeah we all gonna eat
Yeah my cloth of a cut
Now these bitches around and they all wanna f*ck

Whoaa
Feel the magic in the air, Let it go
Let your fears out
Let it all go No tears now
Whoaa
This is the show
This the power, this the static, all glow
Whoaa

This what it feel like
This is on-site
This is what I'm made for
Whoaa
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I don't deal with f*cking hope, man
Hope, hope you gonna pay your goddamn rent
I know I'm not going nowhere
If your hope, hope don't work
You've never heard no rich, powerful motherf*cker say hope

Whoaa
Feel the magic in the air, Let it go
Let your fears out
Let it all go No tears now
Whoaa
This is the show
This the power, this the static, all glow
Whoaa

This what it feel like
This is on-site
This is what I'm made for
Whoaa

This is clear
I don't play fair
Haters stop and stare
Magic's in the air
This is so unfair
But I don't care
Drip Rick Flare
Fire, fire, call the bear
She said she want my pee-pee
Want to get freaky
I f*ck her to some chief-keef
Buss it till she leak leak
Now she on my wee-wee
Saying that she need me
You paying for the pussy and I get that shit for free-fee

All in the past, all of my pain, I'm letting go
Sorrow and anger's engineered to steal your soul

Surrounded by dealers and killers and users that don't give a shit
Where it's a cold world and love don't exist

I don't think you understand life
Ok I'll say it
This is how we play
Kool weirdos in this bitch
Now watch how we fillet
Knock, knock
Criminal minded but I think outside the box

Whoaa
Feel the magic in the air, Let it go
Let your fears out
Let it all go No tears now
Whoaa
This is the show
This the power, this the static, all glow
Whoaa

This what it feel like
This is on-site
This is what I'm made for
Whoaa

Trying to look good
I ain't trying to be trapped
Mike and Mary's for the trees in my back
I done lost me some money
And got it right back
Yeah, I'm running it up til my pockets is fat
Would've thought I was boosting
How I'm chasing the sack
And she loving my drip and she loving my swag
But I can't wife a bitch cause these bitches is wack

Up is the way ain't no other way
If it ain't by the bag, go the other way
I'ma do, I'ma say what I want to say
I'ma kill anyone and won't leave a trace
In a Raf, color cake but it's still in space
I'm ahead of you niggas but still in pace
This parada my drip
I don't need no lace
And your bitch ain't gon' think if she see my face

Member them nights that we hated apartments
Gotta get it, ain't no other option
Bitch, it's Chanel
Can't you tell by the garments
Ruth Chris, for them times that we starving
Never leave my brothers like I was Marvin
Never started, but now a nigga ballin'
When it rains, it pours
But I stay hoodied up
If it ain't one of us, then I don't give a f*ck
Member night, we were stuck and we hide in the
Ah come on
If I got it, you got it
See p ain't no chuck
Yeah we all gonna eat
Yeah my cloth of a cut
Now these bitches around and they all wanna f*ck

Whoaa
Feel the magic in the air, Let it go
Let your fears out
Let it all go No tears now
Whoaa
This is the show
This the power, this the static, all glow
Whoaa

This what it feel like
This is on-site
This is what I'm made for
Whoaa
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Writer: Pierre Campbell
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