Song parody of
the woah
by Ruddy Came Thruu
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Strike a pose tho
Lemme take a photo
Stay composed tho
Never act a bozo
I know you a baddie
But you nun I can't manage
That fatty you packing
Got me losing my balance
But imma not
Act like a fool
Never gon pick a bitch
Over the booth
Ball in your court
Said it's over to you
I get the bag
I get the loot
Shawty told me
O tsamaya lenna
I know your type
Nna ake legintsa
O skeem'a manyora, ke mfana ko town
Dunno bout you, nna ke batla di thou
Batla di thou, ha ke batle mathata
Ngwano wa jola, mara wa mpatla
Haksale motho oo, esele di jara
2015, ke nale plaka
Chasing the skirts, hurting my girl
Now i know loyalty, I know my worth
Shawty so freaky alla the time
R&B and a bottle of wine
She telling me don't make a sound
Said she not sure Imma make it out
Alive
From between em thighs
Coz hers don't save lives
Do it on the bed, do it on the floor
Shawty confess, say she want more
On the bed, on the floor
She confess, she want more
Break a leg, hit the woah
Get the bev, pour it pour
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
We hit the woah
Hit the woah
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
Nigga please
To me this shit a breeze
Take your queen
And I make her bow to me
I just love getting down
Getting nasty
At the bottom gimme top
Make me happy
Make it sloppy
Make it wet
Make her shake til
She confess
She keep telling me
I'm bigger than her ex
And her next
Told her do not call only text
She call me papi
I call her when I'm bored
The bag Louis V
Her shoes Michael Kors
Homies say she using me
Tell em I don't mind
She love the make up sex
So she always start a fight
She know her place
She don't overstep
I know her well
And she know chanel
Her Dior scent
On my Gucci sheets
She be on her knees
Saying I'm who she need
On the bed, on the floor
She confess, she want more
Break a leg, hit the woah
Get the bev, pour it pour
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
We hit the woah
Hit the woah
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
Strike a pose tho
Lemme take a photo
Stay composed tho
Never act a bozo
I know you a baddie
But you nun I can't manage
That fatty you packing
Got me losing my balance
But imma not
Act like a fool
Never gon pick a bitch
Over the booth
Ball in your court
Said it's over to you
I get the bag
I get the loot
Shawty told me
O tsamaya lenna
I know your type
Nna ake legintsa
O skeem'a manyora, ke mfana ko town
Dunno bout you, nna ke batla di thou
Batla di thou, ha ke batle mathata
Ngwano wa jola, mara wa mpatla
Haksale motho oo, esele di jara
2015, ke nale plaka
Chasing the skirts, hurting my girl
Now i know loyalty, I know my worth
Shawty so freaky alla the time
R&B and a bottle of wine
She telling me don't make a sound
Said she not sure Imma make it out
Alive
From between em thighs
Coz hers don't save lives
Do it on the bed, do it on the floor
Shawty confess, say she want more
On the bed, on the floor
She confess, she want more
Break a leg, hit the woah
Get the bev, pour it pour
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
We hit the woah
Hit the woah
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
Nigga please
To me this shit a breeze
Take your queen
And I make her bow to me
I just love getting down
Getting nasty
At the bottom gimme top
Make me happy
Make it sloppy
Make it wet
Make her shake til
She confess
She keep telling me
I'm bigger than her ex
And her next
Told her do not call only text
She call me papi
I call her when I'm bored
The bag Louis V
Her shoes Michael Kors
Homies say she using me
Tell em I don't mind
She love the make up sex
So she always start a fight
She know her place
She don't overstep
I know her well
And she know chanel
Her Dior scent
On my Gucci sheets
She be on her knees
Saying I'm who she need
On the bed, on the floor
She confess, she want more
Break a leg, hit the woah
Get the bev, pour it pour
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
We hit the woah
Hit the woah
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah
Then we hit the woah
Hit the woah