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Whoa Video (MV)




Performed By: King
Length: 4:32
Written by: Terell Williamson




King - Whoa Lyrics




Told my nikkas Ima level up diamonds shining
Got my bezels none of these nikkas can f*ck Wid us
I'm on my shit What The f*ck is up

I Get Up and go all of my nikkas they know
I only think about the doe Henny and plenty of smoke
Then I Jus pick and I roll ain't Got no time for no hoes
I give em the dick and I go look at my neck and it's froze
I got no respect for these hoes f*ck the women from my past life
I'm Jus Tryna Get My Cash Right stack it up
Till the Cash right Probably Why These Nikkas Mad Right
I Been riding through the city with my milly
I gotta make sure the bag right diamonds on me Look
Like flash lights nikkas hating shit is sad right
I got a Click full of shooters put in that call and they'll shoot ya real Nikkas
I salute ya real bitches I salute ya time ticking gotta Get The Money
Nikkas hating on me I Jus wonder why tydee and me flying by waving hii
While we riding by I Was Jus Sipping The Henny I Went and cop me a fifty
I keep my circle they be with me the rest of these nikkas
Be mixy Hit The Mall Pop a tag bitches know a nikka flyer Then I frizby
I Was Jus Talking To trippy He Told me Bro Yo I Gotta Be drippy
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Told my nikkas Ima level up diamonds shining
Got my bezels none of these nikkas can f*ck Wid us
I'm on my shit What The f*ck is up

I Get Up and go all of my nikkas they know
I only think about the doe Henny and plenty of smoke
Then I Jus pick and I roll ain't Got no time for no hoes
I give em the dick and I go look at my neck and it's froze
I got no respect for these hoes f*ck the women from my past life
I'm Jus Tryna Get My Cash Right stack it up
Till the Cash right Probably Why These Nikkas Mad Right
I Been riding through the city with my milly
I gotta make sure the bag right diamonds on me Look
Like flash lights nikkas hating shit is sad right
I got a Click full of shooters put in that call and they'll shoot ya real Nikkas
I salute ya real bitches I salute ya time ticking gotta Get The Money
Nikkas hating on me I Jus wonder why tydee and me flying by waving hii
While we riding by I Was Jus Sipping The Henny I Went and cop me a fifty
I keep my circle they be with me the rest of these nikkas
Be mixy Hit The Mall Pop a tag bitches know a nikka flyer Then I frizby
I Was Jus Talking To trippy He Told me Bro Yo I Gotta Be drippy
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Writer: Terell Williamson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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