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Havoc - WIT DAT (AwakeAgain) Lyrics



Havoc - WIT DAT (AwakeAgain) Lyrics




I was just sippin dat codiene
Got gwalla dey don't even know me
Got 4 by 4 dey OD
Tell da truth, I never lie broski

Wit me
Wit me
I ask, You said you aint love me
F*ck hoes, how you get allat money
Gotta trap or you'll make nothing

Pop out for the Yung H party
To much swag they say that I'm narly
Put in hard work but I work hardly
BB Simons belt so retarded

Told my girl go hop in the coupe
Its a win even when I start to loose
Got the options, Don't know who to choose
Found a blonde bitch n we go smooth

Split money, up with the crew
Dem hollows, don't forget it to
Pipe up cuz we got the tool
Yea push up or you get it to, who

Yea push up or you get it to

Yea push up, hit you wit da tool, ay

I just pop out for da cheddar, I header the concert,
Imma making da gwalla forever
I don't know why all dese hoochies so bad man, so I go n I choose whoever
Bad blitz gonna have you sad man, dat man, you can just pick whatever
Frozone cuz I lost supersuit to this whole Dime peice, yea she got me fed up

Yea she got me fed up
She know Im not wit dat

Break yo ho, n snap shit like a Kitkat
Jump in the car gotta brand new maybach
We off ACT ,new move is the kick back
Sober she ugly but drunk imma hit dat

2 times finess thats a whole new legit
You carry dem dollars, dem pesos, dey quick

I was just sippin dat codiene
Got gwalla dey don't even know me
Got 4 by 4 dey OD
Tell da truth, I never lie broski

Is that Double H, from da ATH
Funna blaze up dis spleef
Ay, ay, YA

I get the lettuce, I get the greens
I push on my own, I don't need a team
Yo ho tryna text me but she's left on seen
I keep songs explicit cuz dey can't be clean

I give yall some fries if you askin for beef
I got all I wanted now I feel complete
I put that shit on we aint gotta compete
Im dripped out the set, Im part of the scene

Got yall like sum playboy cuz yall actin fiend
Yes dis real rick, I aint get shit from shien
We up in the clouds but they envy me
Im rollin dese rolls but no swisher sweets

Tell, Yo, Ho, come, get it back in my GLE
Out, Side, Frontin, keepin it cool, I upgraded my piece
Who, told, twin, slide, muay thai, knocked his shit
Whip dat, 4x4, Im wit dat shit, I roll in peace

Jump outside of the accident, It gon happen man, best know Imma get you back
Trap-A-Lot out the corner store, hadda kick this ho cuz she chasin a bag
Lived life like rookie man, we gon tool yo man, gen 5 on me do no lack
I put my opp inside my blunt, start rolling, Inhale, exhale, im wit dat

(I put my opp inside my blunt, start rolling, Inhale, exhale, im wit dat)
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I was just sippin dat codiene
Got gwalla dey don't even know me
Got 4 by 4 dey OD
Tell da truth, I never lie broski

Wit me
Wit me
I ask, You said you aint love me
F*ck hoes, how you get allat money
Gotta trap or you'll make nothing

Pop out for the Yung H party
To much swag they say that I'm narly
Put in hard work but I work hardly
BB Simons belt so retarded

Told my girl go hop in the coupe
Its a win even when I start to loose
Got the options, Don't know who to choose
Found a blonde bitch n we go smooth

Split money, up with the crew
Dem hollows, don't forget it to
Pipe up cuz we got the tool
Yea push up or you get it to, who

Yea push up or you get it to

Yea push up, hit you wit da tool, ay

I just pop out for da cheddar, I header the concert,
Imma making da gwalla forever
I don't know why all dese hoochies so bad man, so I go n I choose whoever
Bad blitz gonna have you sad man, dat man, you can just pick whatever
Frozone cuz I lost supersuit to this whole Dime peice, yea she got me fed up

Yea she got me fed up
She know Im not wit dat

Break yo ho, n snap shit like a Kitkat
Jump in the car gotta brand new maybach
We off ACT ,new move is the kick back
Sober she ugly but drunk imma hit dat

2 times finess thats a whole new legit
You carry dem dollars, dem pesos, dey quick

I was just sippin dat codiene
Got gwalla dey don't even know me
Got 4 by 4 dey OD
Tell da truth, I never lie broski

Is that Double H, from da ATH
Funna blaze up dis spleef
Ay, ay, YA

I get the lettuce, I get the greens
I push on my own, I don't need a team
Yo ho tryna text me but she's left on seen
I keep songs explicit cuz dey can't be clean

I give yall some fries if you askin for beef
I got all I wanted now I feel complete
I put that shit on we aint gotta compete
Im dripped out the set, Im part of the scene

Got yall like sum playboy cuz yall actin fiend
Yes dis real rick, I aint get shit from shien
We up in the clouds but they envy me
Im rollin dese rolls but no swisher sweets

Tell, Yo, Ho, come, get it back in my GLE
Out, Side, Frontin, keepin it cool, I upgraded my piece
Who, told, twin, slide, muay thai, knocked his shit
Whip dat, 4x4, Im wit dat shit, I roll in peace

Jump outside of the accident, It gon happen man, best know Imma get you back
Trap-A-Lot out the corner store, hadda kick this ho cuz she chasin a bag
Lived life like rookie man, we gon tool yo man, gen 5 on me do no lack
I put my opp inside my blunt, start rolling, Inhale, exhale, im wit dat

(I put my opp inside my blunt, start rolling, Inhale, exhale, im wit dat)
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Writer: Pedro Ibarra
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Havoc
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Pedro Ibarra
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