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woodboy gee - toast كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i’m woodboy gee, man, they know what the f_ck goin’ on
yeah
i got somethin’ for they motherf_ckin’ ass right here
this that sh_t
uh_huh, yeah

[verse]
music for the soul, you can feel it in your toes (you can feel it in your toes)
these n_ggas act like fishes, so i’m ridin’ with my pole
sometimes, your biggest haters be the ones you love the most (f_ck)
i made it out the hood, let’s pop a bottle, have some toast (celebrate)
wafi iced me up like i had hickeys on my throat (wafi, ice)
and i can’t purchase dope until i gеt a tester and a quote (i can’t buy that sh_t)
448 gas bags, i trappеd them b_tches daily (gas bags)
always present when it’s math class, i was pushin’ four for the eighty (facts)
i see snake n_ggas, so i keep a shovel close by (i’m goin’)
bro say, “how you want it?” told him hit that b_tch on both sides (hit that b_tch up)
when i get my check, i might go bulletproof on both rides (skrrt)
my paper used to be short, so i couldn’t even get on most rides (facts)
south beach in the double_r, i let my lil’ b_tch ghost ride (facts)
300k in ice without a deal, i don’t need no cosign (no cosign)
we the real dope boys (what?), they the real broke boys (yeah)
my pinky on arena, i can’t hear them makin’ no noise (huh?)
standin’ over the vacuum seal like jordan, n_gga so poised (hah)
that new corvette a hundred, f_ck, it’s like i just bought four toys (skrrt)
i be breakin’ bad hoes (yup), they think i’m an assh0l_
you be f_ckin’ sad hoes, they p_ssy just like bad ‘bows (facts)
i can’t trust the mail van ’cause it got a mailman (yeah)
the only place my money go is anywhere that my scale can (yeah)
your traphouse be movin’ slow, that’s why they call you snail man (slow)
my traphouse be boomin’, that’s why they call me the bale man (bale man)
put two hundred thousand in that caravan
n_ggas bucked for nothin’, tryna call me like they care again (what?)
but i just can’t spare a man (nope)
i know n_ggas wicked, so that’s why i keep my gun in hand
i’m big geezy, i’ll son a man, on gang, n_gga
you gon’ get your head took off your body ’bout this chain, n_gga (facts)
i was all in louis with the strippers makin’ it rain, n_gga (facts)
every n_gga i know done sold some p’s or sold some ‘caine, n_gga (huh?)
i’m glad i got some paper up out the clouds and all the rain, n_gga (yeah)
i like gettin’ fresh and smokin’ bub’, that’s my go_to (what?)
pull up super smart, hopin’ out that b_tch just like i’m goku (facts)
b_tch from memphis, she gon’ eat me up just like some soul food (haha)
i’m ridin’ with my stick inside her purse, she keep a pole too (brrt)
sl!ck n_gga like a pimp in the ’80s with a gold tooth
brick, n_gga, cuban links on me can flood your whole crew (brick)
i done sold a lot of bags, that’s why my pockets swole, dude
i just bought a lot of swag, i’m ridin’ with my pole, dude (lotta cash)
[outro]
i’m woodboy gee, man, they know what the f_ck i do

- woodboy gee

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