Woo$ah - Childish Major

Swear I’m just waiting for a reason to bug

I got that itch like spiders creeping up my back

Like Beanie Sigel, I could feel it in the air

Please don’t come up over with that-that bullshit

That fake-positive nonsense or that pulpit

They say you wilding 'cause you down bad

Stressing over deposits and there ain’t no fly shit in your closet

How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost

And Rick Ross just keep screaming be a boss

I need a «woo!»

like $ah, I need a «woo!»

I need a «woo!»

like $ah, I need a «woo!»

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Like, like, like, «Bitch, I’m in the dirt still»

Bitches still want flirt still

Me, I need a baby that’s gone pray and go to church still

I need a light, I need an inhale, exhale

Plain white tee, I need some sweet tea and some lemonade and some M&Ms like

Renegade

Swear I wanna ball, I wanna boss, I wanna stunt (I wanna stunt)

Put the penny pinchin', dollar grip, and get just what I want

I hit the door, I hit the aisle, I hit the light

I leave the store, I’m heading home, I should decline

Swear I’m just waiting for a reason to bug

I got that itch like spiders creeping up my back

Like Beanie Sigel, I could feel it in the air

Please don’t come up over with that-that bullshit

That fake-positive nonsense or that pulpit

They say you wilding 'cause you down bad

Stressing over deposits and there ain’t no fly shit in your closet

How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost

And Rick Ross just keep screaming be a boss

I need a «woo!»

like $ah, I need a «woo!»

I need a «woo!»

like $ah, I need a «woo!»

like

Like, like, like

Like when Jermaine hit my phone, I get advice when it’s needed

My confidence be on swole, but shit, my pockets is skinny

Skinny waist under her, fine, but ain’t worth the chime

Bitches be pretty pennies, bitches be pretty tirin'

They be hella' petty, stressing me out

Bitch, you all in the way, and you blocking the route

Heard she only shut up when the dick in her mouth

Can I woo$ah today?

Get the fuck out the way

Swear I’m just waiting for a reason to bug

I got that itch like spiders creeping up my back

Like Beanie Sigel, I could feel it in the air

Please don’t come up over with that-that bullshit

That fake-positive nonsense or that pulpit

They say you wilding 'cause you down bad

Stressing over deposits and there ain’t no fly shit in your closet

How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost

And Rick Ross just keep screaming be a boss

I need a «woo!»

like $ah, I need a «woo!»

I need a «woo!»

like $ah, I need a «woo!»

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