Voodoo

Ah-uh
 Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (gra-gra-gra)
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 Free Dev Bands, huh, ha
 Free S Dot (fah-fah-fah)
 (It's Great John beats baby)
 (Great John on the beat by the way)
 Bitch
 Fross
 Woke up in feelin' like a new man
 Two hoes on my side they cute friends (gra-gra) huh
 Big bags on clothing
 I earned this shit, I'm my own man, huh (pr-pr-pr)
 Get boomed if you lurkin'
 My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh
 No sea I'm surfin'
 My wave too deep, that's GOAT shit
 In this bitch wit' me then you know she toppin' shit
 Yeah, she got them rocket, bitch
 Yeah, I told her to slob this dick
 Yeah, 'cause she always popping shit (yeah-yeah-yeah)
 Big racks just for the feets (ah)
 Big bag for jeans and tee (woah)
 Big bro now I got breesh (pa)
 You get popped 'cause I know the tweet (pa-pa)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 You gеt shot little nigga, I know that tweet
 Usain Bolt in this speed (yeah-yeah)
 Hе see me he hit feets (yeah-yeah)
 A big booty you know I'ma need
 And these hunnids can't fit in my jeans
 And I love when she smile with them teeth
 Later on she gon' suck on my meat
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 You know I got juice 'cause I'm the GOAT
 Baddest bitches all up on my phone
 Know I got the heat without the stove
 Exes keep on hittin' up her line
 Made her answer fuckin' on the phone
 Yams lit, ran it up at saxs
 Workers think I'm scammin' in the store
 Like catch up, nigga you baitin', ah
 Big smoke eyes look asian, yeah
 She sick of her ex new patient, yeah
 Don't talk to my bitch she lacin', yeah
 Swag like shoes I laced it, yeah
 Hoes see me go crazy, yeah
 No more deuce-deuce big laser, yeah
 Don't rush that shot gotta pace it, yeah
 Shawty got vocals like Jordin Sparks
 And her pussy get wetter like waterparks (that's right)
 Deep in that pussy I'm goin' off
 She be yellin' my name, I'm the man in charge
 Before I got lit had a little spark
 Now I'm ridin' in foreigns and livin' large (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 And for all my felons I'm going off (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars, huh, yeah
 'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars
 And for all my felons I'm going off
 'Cause once they come home we'll be livin' stars
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Woke up in feelin' like a new man
 Two hoes on my side they cute friends, huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Big bags on clothing
 I earned this shit I'm my own man, huh
 Get boomed if you lurkin'
 My goons on point like a sharp pen, huh (wa-wa-wa)
 No sea I'm surfin'
 My wave too deep, that's GOAT shit (wa-wa-wa)
 In this bitch wit' me then you know she toppin' shit
 Yeah, she got them rocket, bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Yeah, I told her to slob this dick, yeah (ah)
 Yeah, 'cause she always popping shit
 Big racks just for the feets
 Big bag for jeans and tee (po)
 Big bro now I got breesh
 You get popped 'cause I know the tweet, huh
 Falayo
 Falayo, Falayo, Falayo, Falayo
 Free S Dot
 Free Dev Bands
 Gang, gang, gang