Like Woah Lyrics - Ray Jr.

(Intro) 

I'm still drinking Christop 

And now I spit it in ya face, bitch 

Put this dick in ya mouth 

And tell me how it taste, bitch! 

I'm keepin' that x2 

(Hook) 

Yep, yeah, seven fifty like whoa 

Gold wrist like whoa 

New bitch like whoa 

But we don't love these hoes 

Sippin' Chris like whoa 

Stacking chips like whoa 

In ya bitch like whoa 

But we don't love these hoes 

(Verse) 

Run around with Artie 

All go party 

Lavish sneakers 

Don't fuck with Mauri's 

Got a bitch named Tari 

Ass like the hari 

I eat that pussy 

Like calamari 

Put the cat back, hoe 

That's a rap track, whoa 

Man, these hoes ain't shit, 

But cheese on the bar 

And I still might hit, 

Shooting dice for my life 

I swear to God you thrife 

For my wanna-be wife 

Nip-nat, patty-wat 

Give her dog a bone, bitch 

Fuck yo head, 

Cause you gon' need a high cone 

If I bought ten watches, 

I still wouldn't have the time 

For yo bullshit, you full o'bullshit 

I'm just a young nigga flexed out 

White girl, put ya chest out 

New wheels, put a bail out 

Free chase like a bail out 

I don't fuck wit no sneak pussy 

No dried up too deep pussy 

Yeah, that's yo girl 

But my name's on that neat pussy 

(Hook) 

Got me feelin' like whoa 

Gold wrist like whoa 

New bitch like whoa 

But we don't love these hoes 

Sippin' Chris like whoa 

Stacking chips like whoa 

In ya bitch like whoa 

But we don't love these hoes 

(Verse) 

So I told my nigga K 

Lemme hold a hundid K 

He said yo best night 

I can make it back today 

So I hit my nigga Ray 

He in the hood 

That's big homie 

A nigga eatin' good 

Week-ends in my pull-out boxes 

Got a nurse bitch that's a head doctor 

Coojie sweater, nigga, who shot ya? 

Back shots like a kiropractor 

Working back from my skeezers 

Put this Glock in ya face like tweezers 

Dick hard like Ice 

Bitch, open up, I'm freezin'! 

I bust them onions 

And pop them hundids 

But she ain't stoppin' 

She just keep suckin' 

I'm ova seas 

I'm not a villain 

But free my hood, 

These niggas tellin' 

(Hook) 

Seven fifty like whoa 

Gold wrist like whoa 

New bitch like whoa 

But we don't love these hoes 

Sippin' Chris like whoa 

Stacking chips like whoa 

In ya bitch like whoa 

But we don't love these hoes 

Seven fifty like whoa 

(Muthafuckas gotta wait on this) 

(EST, that's my muthafuckin' team) 

Came in the game like O.Dawg 

(Prrrra) 

Murder all these fucks 

Rap game like the crack game 

So I'm in the kitchen, 

Wandrin' what they cookin' out 

It's coke! 

Sixteen bars and the pure white 

32 opus of good night 

Sayin '50 like (Craa) 

Burnin' everybody on the turnpipe 

The block is neva silent 

It's ten o'clock in the mornin' 

I'm already hearin' sirens 

These mutharfuckers is ballin' 

I'm not fuckin' seein' my wallet 

I'm tryna get the cross 

Ova money like I'm nervous 

I may neva caught you drivin' 

I'm tryna supersize it, 

So I'm lookin' down at David 

You lookin' to bake alive 

Man, you barely left the city 

I'm flying up to Anale 

Goddamn it, I'm starvin' 

This yung boy cris 

Drink a pipe to the j lows 

Yeah, that's my babe 

Got an ass like J-Lo 

If ya hatin', betta stay low 

Scratch that 

If ya hatin', betta stay low 

No, I'm not Hispanic 

But I swear this young man 

Go hard for the peso 

I go hard for the peso 

Back then, ain't nobody sayn nothin' hard 

I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the whole hood say whoa 

Yeah say whoa 

(Make the whole hood say whoa) 

And if I wanted I get it, I see it, I hit it 

I bet she gon' say no 

(Hook) 

Seven fifty like whoa 

Gold wrist like whoa 

New bitch like whoa 

But we don't love these hoes 

Sippin' Chris like whoa 

Stacking chips like whoa 

In ya bitch like whoa 

But we don't love these hoes 

Seven fifty like whoa