Pour me some syrup
Nigga get fly Nigga get fly as a bird
Aye f*ck what you heard
Aye nigga f*ck what you heard
Diamond links, they shine like blur Yeah they shine like blur
When you talkin' to Mr. Woes You gotta say, sir, yes, sir
Bad bitch bad as f*ck, but she get on my nerves
Aye don't ask what's in my cup I got wock stains all on my shirt
I be geeked up shawty yeah but I still aint pop no perc
Don't f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
F*ck around, nigga, get hurt
I'm high as f*ck, get high again I'm tryna get off this earth
I get fly as hell, get fly again young trap, nigga, came from the dirt
Thank you all for showin' up tell a nigga come get this work
Five bands, that's a pint of lean, that's a half pound of desserts
Soon as I wake up, I look like a lick
Tryna make this shit make sense
I just popped out, brand new bitch
Niggas copped out, don't take risks
Throw me a bag its bound to get flipped
Nigga, I was bound to get rich
I can't even cry milk spilled at 5ths
You know good girls never existed
I got cartis on all of my bitches
Wells Fargo, we bustin' a business
Where my heart go, it's left in the trenches
With the woes and they mindin' they business
Run up a check now I need me some fitness for real, aye
Lookin for me I'm somewhere in a Rari
You cannot miss it, nah
Pour me some syrup
Nigga get fly Nigga get fly as a bird
Aye f*ck what you heard
Aye nigga f*ck what you heard
Diamond links, they shine like blur Yeah they shine like blur
When you talkin' to Mr. Woes You gotta say, sir, yes, sir
Bad bitch bad as f*ck, but she get on my nerves
Aye don't ask what's in my cup I got wock stains all on my shirt
I be geeked up shawty yeah but I still aint pop no perc
Don't f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
F*ck around, nigga, get hurt
I'm high as f*ck, get high again I'm tryna get off this earth
Saiah Woes - FUCK WHAT U HEARD Lyrics
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Pour me some syrup
Nigga get fly Nigga get fly as a bird
Aye f*ck what you heard
Aye nigga f*ck what you heard
Diamond links, they shine like blur Yeah they shine like blur
When you talkin' to Mr. Woes You gotta say, sir, yes, sir
Bad bitch bad as f*ck, but she get on my nerves
Aye don't ask what's in my cup I got wock stains all on my shirt
I be geeked up shawty yeah but I still aint pop no perc
Don't f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
F*ck around, nigga, get hurt
I'm high as f*ck, get high again I'm tryna get off this earth
I get fly as hell, get fly again young trap, nigga, came from the dirt
Thank you all for showin' up tell a nigga come get this work
Five bands, that's a pint of lean, that's a half pound of desserts
Soon as I wake up, I look like a lick
Tryna make this shit make sense
I just popped out, brand new bitch
Niggas copped out, don't take risks
Throw me a bag its bound to get flipped
Nigga, I was bound to get rich
I can't even cry milk spilled at 5ths
You know good girls never existed
I got cartis on all of my bitches
Wells Fargo, we bustin' a business
Where my heart go, it's left in the trenches
With the woes and they mindin' they business
Run up a check now I need me some fitness for real, aye
Lookin for me I'm somewhere in a Rari
You cannot miss it, nah
Pour me some syrup
Nigga get fly Nigga get fly as a bird
Aye f*ck what you heard
Aye nigga f*ck what you heard
Diamond links, they shine like blur Yeah they shine like blur
When you talkin' to Mr. Woes You gotta say, sir, yes, sir
Bad bitch bad as f*ck, but she get on my nerves
Aye don't ask what's in my cup I got wock stains all on my shirt
I be geeked up shawty yeah but I still aint pop no perc
Don't f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
F*ck around, nigga, get hurt
I'm high as f*ck, get high again I'm tryna get off this earth
Nigga get fly Nigga get fly as a bird
Aye f*ck what you heard
Aye nigga f*ck what you heard
Diamond links, they shine like blur Yeah they shine like blur
When you talkin' to Mr. Woes You gotta say, sir, yes, sir
Bad bitch bad as f*ck, but she get on my nerves
Aye don't ask what's in my cup I got wock stains all on my shirt
I be geeked up shawty yeah but I still aint pop no perc
Don't f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
F*ck around, nigga, get hurt
I'm high as f*ck, get high again I'm tryna get off this earth
I get fly as hell, get fly again young trap, nigga, came from the dirt
Thank you all for showin' up tell a nigga come get this work
Five bands, that's a pint of lean, that's a half pound of desserts
Soon as I wake up, I look like a lick
Tryna make this shit make sense
I just popped out, brand new bitch
Niggas copped out, don't take risks
Throw me a bag its bound to get flipped
Nigga, I was bound to get rich
I can't even cry milk spilled at 5ths
You know good girls never existed
I got cartis on all of my bitches
Wells Fargo, we bustin' a business
Where my heart go, it's left in the trenches
With the woes and they mindin' they business
Run up a check now I need me some fitness for real, aye
Lookin for me I'm somewhere in a Rari
You cannot miss it, nah
Pour me some syrup
Nigga get fly Nigga get fly as a bird
Aye f*ck what you heard
Aye nigga f*ck what you heard
Diamond links, they shine like blur Yeah they shine like blur
When you talkin' to Mr. Woes You gotta say, sir, yes, sir
Bad bitch bad as f*ck, but she get on my nerves
Aye don't ask what's in my cup I got wock stains all on my shirt
I be geeked up shawty yeah but I still aint pop no perc
Don't f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
F*ck around, nigga, get hurt
I'm high as f*ck, get high again I'm tryna get off this earth
Writer: Isaiah Woodard
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