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Woah. Video (MV)




Performed By: tampa as in the bay
Length: 2:26
Written by: Jamond Collins, Timothy Kodner




tampa as in the bay - Woah. Lyrics




Like a new XT packet
Ruthless flexing habit
True as hefty package
Loosely labeled
Made with movie magic
Rudely tragic
Two-car
Snail-rate railway
Coltrane crashing
Movement pained
Debates on negation of passive action
Clashin' got my clans active
In fantasea
Life's a beach
Massive wave; reefer mouth
Wash- a sure jealousy
Make a pipe out a G2
Cop more of the glacier freeze
Stake my knife into the face of fakes
More torn currency
In this day and age
More scorned
Poor angsty teen
Rubbing isopropyl in my eyes just hoping that it stings
Notebook open
Recording the moment I find relief
And y'all obsessive
My track of mind seems steep, huh
Black in eyes; small peas
Pills chill, in me, what's aggressive
Keys-to-film protective
Ayo, Tampa
Why you choose Ike
Why you losin' nights
Why you cruise fried
Why is all the Juuls buyed
Well, I guess, uh
Why is high school ball top pri
Why is my eyelids queued to alter affable sight
You guys is laughable cries
Hold on, wait, wait

AH
It's me, Mondo
And I got that nine on me, no Rondo
Shooting at these n****s like Cosmo
No Oddparents, but you know I got that wand, though
Sitting in a cloud
Thinkin' 'bout commas
Runnin' to that money
Getting f*ckin' dollars
Yeah, I'm getting dollars while I'm f*ckin' on yo momma
F*ckin' on yo momma while she screamin' out poppa
Papa Johns, no johns, 'cause I got that sauce
Dripping all over, I can never get it off

Ain't got no clique
Goodnight
Goodbye
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Like a new XT packet
Ruthless flexing habit
True as hefty package
Loosely labeled
Made with movie magic
Rudely tragic
Two-car
Snail-rate railway
Coltrane crashing
Movement pained
Debates on negation of passive action
Clashin' got my clans active
In fantasea
Life's a beach
Massive wave; reefer mouth
Wash- a sure jealousy
Make a pipe out a G2
Cop more of the glacier freeze
Stake my knife into the face of fakes
More torn currency
In this day and age
More scorned
Poor angsty teen
Rubbing isopropyl in my eyes just hoping that it stings
Notebook open
Recording the moment I find relief
And y'all obsessive
My track of mind seems steep, huh
Black in eyes; small peas
Pills chill, in me, what's aggressive
Keys-to-film protective
Ayo, Tampa
Why you choose Ike
Why you losin' nights
Why you cruise fried
Why is all the Juuls buyed
Well, I guess, uh
Why is high school ball top pri
Why is my eyelids queued to alter affable sight
You guys is laughable cries
Hold on, wait, wait

AH
It's me, Mondo
And I got that nine on me, no Rondo
Shooting at these n****s like Cosmo
No Oddparents, but you know I got that wand, though
Sitting in a cloud
Thinkin' 'bout commas
Runnin' to that money
Getting f*ckin' dollars
Yeah, I'm getting dollars while I'm f*ckin' on yo momma
F*ckin' on yo momma while she screamin' out poppa
Papa Johns, no johns, 'cause I got that sauce
Dripping all over, I can never get it off

Ain't got no clique
Goodnight
Goodbye
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Writer: Jamond Collins, Timothy Kodner
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