Whoa lyrics

by

Big Sean


[Verse 1:]
Yeaah, SLAB ENT BOYY, SOV letsgo
Bring it back to the middle of the map
Where the St. Claire n*ggas stay strapped my hood sooo cold
My area colder, scarier colder but yall n*ggas dont fold
Every n*gga on the grind who stackin, always come back frontin like he pose
Slidin on them 4’s riding smoking lookin for the hoes
Everywhere I go n*ggas always like damn I ain't never seen those
You call it style
But I took a vow to keepin the freshest kicks off my toes
And I don’t know how
But they just got wow
And tear that b*tch down at all of my shows
Its like God control the show
Hands up high here we go…

[Verse 2:]
WOAH
That sh*t ain't in stores
Where did he go to get all of his clothes
b*tch I don’t even leave home this DC be showin up right to my door
Then I put it on, kush for cologne and head for the door
O and louis vuitton throw some of that on and go get yo ho
Lets hop in that Cadillac bustin my n*gga we hittin the road
And I got a cold lil female rollin the diesel, dog you kno I stay blowed
Thuggin and theivin, b*tch Im from Cleveland
Damn that’s prolly why Im so cold
Yea that’s prolly why Im so cold
Hands up high here we go
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