Rich Homie Quan - WHOA lyrics

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Rich Homie Quan - WHOA lyrics

[Verse 1: Reese] At Waffle House, two cups served Double cup the b**h, like WHOA Everything designer, Versace, Versace My n***as seen it like WHOA My trap house bunking n***as seen the barrels and the gas, like WHOA Everything on me, everything on me n***a know it, like WHOA Hopping out the Benz n***as thought it's James Bond Shawty like WHOA I'm leaning up, leaning up Double sip, crack the bottle like WHOA My n***as we out here, my n***as we out here like WHOA Everything on me my n***a, everything on me my n***a [Chorus: Reese] My n***a like WHOA Aye Them my Don, [?] Don n***as Them my partnas, them my shawties, my WOE Bank roll, bank roll Bands in the right pocket, like WHOA And then my partna go SCRRR! SCRRR! Hopped out the Benz like WHOA A n***a seen me when I'm hooping on a n***a Balling on them like WHOA [Verse 2: Reese] I'm feeling like Dipset Cameron, Burberry Timbs on a young n***a like WHOA [?] Alert, Rap on them Bloody murder, bloody murder There she go, like WHOA Everything gucci, but I don't wear Gucci My Woe, my n***a Playing with them Bands like WHOA Moving through this b**h, like everything Kosher Pull up on a shawty like WHOA Goddamn goddamn, saran wrap it down cause a boy so dope Fresh pair of white base, cleaner than a bar of soap Country n***a posted in LA, smoking on the dope, WHOA WHOA Should I go with my n***a, that was WHOA Ride around posted with my folk Off in the club, with them bands in my pocket See me, take a picture, prison pose [Chorus] [Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan] Pulled up in the trap like WHOA Got a b**h jumping like WHOA (whoa, whoa, whoa) Gave me more traffic like, green light I'm shouting out GO (go, go ,go) Shawty act retarded when it comes to get money, but she slowed (slow, slow, slow) Shawty tryna to fall in love with me, but a n***a like No (no, no , no) Fendi belt hanging off my pants, n***a like WHOA (whoa, whoa, whoa) Dislocated my shoulder on that skate, board (board, board) With all these guns I feel like G.I. Joe (joe, joe, joe) Stop it, Reese gon' Tell em [Chorus]

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