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JAHMED - Q&A // WOOSAH Lyrics



JAHMED - Q&A // WOOSAH Lyrics




This shit kind of random, I don't have a clue
Why you hit me for the answer? Bitch, I'm not the scoop
I'm a nigga with a tantrum, I'm not in the mood
Don't you bang on my line, lil' bitch, I'm at the stu'
This shit kind of random, niggas think we cool
Jumping in my inbox tryna get the scoop
Think we bloody like a Red Sox but you bleeding blue
Tryna match the vibes, lil' nigga, who is you?

Ayy, tryna get a lick of a nigga, why you do that shit?
Word of mouth I got a bag off my new rap shit
You want me to split the check in half on some KitKat shit?
You wasn't with me in the field, need to get back, bitch
You killing vibes tho
Treason women get no love in my ride tho
Wood grain tipping 44s like I'm Mike Jones
Bumping Sada you get nada this a tight rope
I work hard for enchiladas, watch the pie grow
Blue checks Dm lit she want be with me
Asking bout my old bitch, is she in my memory?
She broke a nigga down bad to my heart bleed
I would whip it off a cliff but lost my car keys

This shit kind of random, I don't have a clue
Why you hit me for the answer? Bitch, I'm not the scoop
I'm a nigga with a tantrum, I'm not in the mood
Don't you bang on my line, lil' bitch, I'm at the stu'
This shit kind of random, niggas think we cool
Jumping in my inbox tryna get the scoop
Think we bloody like a Red Sox but you bleeding blue
Tryna match the vibes, lil' nigga, who is you?

Tryna match the vibe that's a no go
Old homies in my DM like, You on, bro
Broke niggas in my DM you a goof troop
It ain't congratulate then that shit is fufu
Me nappy cut then thee brim sitting real low
Disconnected from my phone moving real slow
Niggas off promethazine moving real slow
Popping pills snatching dreams you niggas still roll
Back to the discussion bitch my pockets bussin'
You want a piece you a fraud, dawg, I come from nothing
You wasn't with me in the boofy when the breaks was bussin'
Two hour rest work made I'm late for the 8th day
I gave this shit all I had

Now see when I wake up I put one foot on the floor
And another foot in a bitch ass man
Old sweet, since when have you been great to me, bitch?

Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah

Yeah, look
Down bad but watch me make it happen
Pocket change and then you pop up like magic David Blaine
Ayy, quit playing bro
What kind of deck inside yo hand though?
Don't let that queen get my heart, dawg, no joke
What's up your sleeve like that ace card?
I started seeing funding so they put me on the radar
They want a piece of check so they hunt me 'til my grave yard
Until I face God until I, 'til I fade off
You get a hunnid grand can't even split it with yo day ones
'Cause that man inside yo pocket and he actin like a day one
Unless yo skin color is the same as Bernie Madoff
They takin all yo ends, watch them pimp you with no days off

I ain't got to worry about no motherf*ckin'
Pandemic check to save my black ass

Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
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English

This shit kind of random, I don't have a clue
Why you hit me for the answer? Bitch, I'm not the scoop
I'm a nigga with a tantrum, I'm not in the mood
Don't you bang on my line, lil' bitch, I'm at the stu'
This shit kind of random, niggas think we cool
Jumping in my inbox tryna get the scoop
Think we bloody like a Red Sox but you bleeding blue
Tryna match the vibes, lil' nigga, who is you?

Ayy, tryna get a lick of a nigga, why you do that shit?
Word of mouth I got a bag off my new rap shit
You want me to split the check in half on some KitKat shit?
You wasn't with me in the field, need to get back, bitch
You killing vibes tho
Treason women get no love in my ride tho
Wood grain tipping 44s like I'm Mike Jones
Bumping Sada you get nada this a tight rope
I work hard for enchiladas, watch the pie grow
Blue checks Dm lit she want be with me
Asking bout my old bitch, is she in my memory?
She broke a nigga down bad to my heart bleed
I would whip it off a cliff but lost my car keys

This shit kind of random, I don't have a clue
Why you hit me for the answer? Bitch, I'm not the scoop
I'm a nigga with a tantrum, I'm not in the mood
Don't you bang on my line, lil' bitch, I'm at the stu'
This shit kind of random, niggas think we cool
Jumping in my inbox tryna get the scoop
Think we bloody like a Red Sox but you bleeding blue
Tryna match the vibes, lil' nigga, who is you?

Tryna match the vibe that's a no go
Old homies in my DM like, You on, bro
Broke niggas in my DM you a goof troop
It ain't congratulate then that shit is fufu
Me nappy cut then thee brim sitting real low
Disconnected from my phone moving real slow
Niggas off promethazine moving real slow
Popping pills snatching dreams you niggas still roll
Back to the discussion bitch my pockets bussin'
You want a piece you a fraud, dawg, I come from nothing
You wasn't with me in the boofy when the breaks was bussin'
Two hour rest work made I'm late for the 8th day
I gave this shit all I had

Now see when I wake up I put one foot on the floor
And another foot in a bitch ass man
Old sweet, since when have you been great to me, bitch?

Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah

Yeah, look
Down bad but watch me make it happen
Pocket change and then you pop up like magic David Blaine
Ayy, quit playing bro
What kind of deck inside yo hand though?
Don't let that queen get my heart, dawg, no joke
What's up your sleeve like that ace card?
I started seeing funding so they put me on the radar
They want a piece of check so they hunt me 'til my grave yard
Until I face God until I, 'til I fade off
You get a hunnid grand can't even split it with yo day ones
'Cause that man inside yo pocket and he actin like a day one
Unless yo skin color is the same as Bernie Madoff
They takin all yo ends, watch them pimp you with no days off

I ain't got to worry about no motherf*ckin'
Pandemic check to save my black ass

Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
Woosah, woosah, woosah, woosah
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Writer: Dajaun Walker, Jahmed Carlisle
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: JAHMED
Language: English
Length: 4:16
Written by: Dajaun Walker, Jahmed Carlisle

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