Pop Smoke, 50 Cent, Roddy Ricch - The Woo lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.

[Pop Smoke, 50 Cent, Roddy Ricch - The Woo lyrics]

She want a Woo nigga

She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna ride with the Woo
Yeah,  yeah, yeah, yeah

I told her, "Ooh-woo-woo"
Shawty wanna fuck me inside of the coupe
I can take you out everywhere
Fuck a jet fare
Versace hotel with Versace robe, woah, woah
Like you when you let down
Your hair with no comb
And I stay to myself 'cause
I never liked these hoes (yeah)
And she only liked the guap
Red light these hoes
Why would I waste my time on a shorty that
Don't got me on the front of her mind?
Especially when you get designer and
I wine and dine
And the Bentley came with the
Wings like a number nine, yeah
Come through, just us two
I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too
Come through, just us two
I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too

She wanna fuck with the Woo
(Ayy, she wanna fuck with the Woo, Woo)
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna ride with the Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's my kind of bitch
She be sayin' some shit
Like, "When you gon' fly me in private
So I can land on that dick?"
She said, "Tricks is for kids"
She don't fall for the tricks
She can handle her own
She just want some dick
Got that big Birkin bag worth five
Six figures you might be out your league
Can you buy that, nigga? (Buy that)
I pull up on her top gone on the Dawn
I'm the don
You can fuck around, if you want, if you want
Out in Bali, big swing, big dress
Big ass, make her squirt and make a big mess
Before we done
She ask "Where we gon' do it next?"
Next, so wet it fucked up
The seats in the jet
She like all that gangsta shit
Top down, ridin' 'round with the blick
Who you with? Woo
She like all that gangsta shit
I said, "She like all that gangsta shit"

She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna ride with the Woo (Ha ha ha)

Let me take you to the candy shop
(Candy shop)
Show you all I got (All I got, all I got)
I put diamonds on your chain (Chain, uh)
To match your diamond ring (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm 092, nigga, Woo (Woo, back)
Hate it or love it
(Uh, uh) , it's me and you (Woo)
Let's turn nothin' into something
She said she love Woo niggas (Woo, uh)
Them niggas who gon' pull triggers (Grrt, oh)
I was fine when I met you (Met you, pow)
Then I sexed you (Woo) then I left you (Uh)
'Cause your pussy feel the same
(Feel the same, feel the same)
And I don't got time to waste
(No time to waste)

She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna fuck with the Woo
She wanna ride with the Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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