Deante’ Hitchcock – Woah! Lyrics

Woah! Lyrics by Deante’ Hitchcock

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Check)
Okay

[Verse 1]
Casamigos flowin’ through my blood stream
Pop it like a perc’, but she don’t really do the drug thing (Yeah)
Will I do you dirty like a tub ring?
Or do I really like ya? It’s a all of the above thing (Yeah)
Know that shit ain’t really fair, but I don’t really care
I’m with all the games, when I’m in town like the city fair (Yeah)
Back home. baby mad but I don’t care about it
My EX broke my heart, I swear she ruined it for everybody
Okay, blowin’ up my text, sayin’ she ain’t pressed
Sin at times, but I know I’m blessed, can’t even stress
VV’s in front, the S that’s on my chest
But I ain’t savin’ hoes unless I’m really savin’ hoes for later like who next?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Her lil’ pussy like a bag of ice, I smashed it on the floor
Cut so good, I had to stab it twice, then I was out the door
Now she think she special, I’m like woah-woah-woah-woah

[Chorus]
Okay, I might treat you good but that don’t mean shit
Bitch you know I’m poppin, I got options, my whole team lit
You supposed to chose, I might hit your line but that don’t mean shit
Baby what’s your purpose?
These hoes treat me like I’m perfect, what I’m supposed to do?
I might fuck you good but that don’t mean shit
Hate when we be chillin’ and they get to catchin’ feelings
All emotional, even though it happen everytime
It still catch me by surprise, I be like woah-woah-woah-woah
[Verse 2]
Tae just pulled up with a coupe, he think he Spencer James
When I leave the game, you know my jersey goin’ hall of fame (Yeah)
Lotta women tryna put me on a ball and chain
I should fuck with triplets, ’cause these bitches really all the same (Yeah)
Got a college girl, gon’ graduate from state in like a year
My lil’ bottle girl get nasty off the drink, she don’t do no beer
My lil’ black chick caught me flyin’ bitches out, now I’m in the clear
My lil’ white girl say I’m toxic, so I call her Britney Spears
If she need some closure, I still got her open
I got no emotions, toxic dick, it get a coochie soakin’
Put the plays in motion like a quarterback, but I be coachin’
Love said I’d give her some mo’ of that but I was jokin’ (Yeah)
I don’t think I’ll ever, ever fall in love
My name Tae but call me Klay like Thompson, why? ‘Cause it’s a dub
Told her we can get it poppin’ like the sparklers in this club
But after that you know what’s up, you gotta go, go, go, go

[Chorus]
Okay, I might treat you good but that don’t mean shit (Uh-uh)
Bitch you know I’m poppin, I got options, my whole team lit
You supposed to chose, I might hit your line but that don’t mean shit
Baby what’s your purpose?
These hoes treat me like I’m perfect, what I’m supposed to do?
I might fuck you good but that don’t mean shit (Uh-uh)
Hate when we be chillin’ and they get to catchin’ feelings
All emotional, even though it happen everytime
It still catch me by surprise, I be like woah-woah-woah-woah
[Outro]
These bitches be crazy
Swear that these hoes be crazy (Yeah)
These bitches be crazy
Boy, I swear these hoes be crazy
These bitches be crazy
Boy, I swear that these hoes be crazy
These bitches be crazy
Boy, I swear these hoes be crazy (Yeah)