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Amin Sheickh Ali - Woo Shit Lyrics

[Chorus: Tom Orlando]

Making moves on some fucking type of woo shit
All these haters pull a pen up get all loose in this
With they hands in they pants all confused and shit
I kill the game
Know my name
Hit the snooze you bitch
Making moves on some fucking type of woo shit
All these haters pull a pen up get all loose in this
With they hands in they pants all confused and shit
I kill the game
Know my name
Hit the snooze you bitch


[Pre Verse: Tom Orlando]
I don't know where to start
Lotta people earned they spot
Gotta run I got the dart
Aimed that bulls eye for your heart
Know that this all love
But you claiming that you the shit
So I'm coming for my throne
Leo taking back his crown bitch
[Verse 1: Tom Orlando]
Claiming I am trash
With all the talk
Behind my back
Its fucking wack
To find out all of that
You bit the fruit
And that's a fact
No matter why
You know it sad
It makes you mad
You ain't as good
And never had a chance
Ya gonna to stab me in the back
You little pussy thinking you a man
You thinking that you got the balls to say it to the real
One in the ring
Taking it up with the king
Tried to be the different man yesterday
But a new day sprung up here today
Making me feel a certain type of way
Ain't aboutta trip about your shit up here oh no
Got no time to sit and hold up while I'm making all these moves bitch
[Chorus: Tom Orlando]

Making moves on some fucking type of woo shit
All these haters pull a pen up get all loose in this
With they hands in they pants all confused and shit
I kill the game
Know my name
Hit the snooze you bitch
Making moves on some fucking type of woo shit
All these haters pull a pen up get all loose in this
With they hands in they pants all confused and shit
I kill the game
Know my name
Hit the snooze you bitch



[Verse 2: Tom Orlando]

I use to know ya when I was younger
Our moms used to hang out in the same clique
Dealt with the same shit
But I guess you A list
Haven't spoke in a decade
Caught wind of my mixtape
DM me the next day
Trynna get on a verse with me
But went out and bought your fame
I see you on Sound Cloud
Reppin your wack shit
Feeling like a clown
Now you out and about
Looking ass clout chaser
Trynna get the paper
But spent it on all of you views
I wonder how much that shit cost
Probably 4x the numbers of bars that were spitted
Just saying the same shit
Steal your main bitch
But can get no tricks
They on that X-Hale shit
Not 'Up Swift' shit
Not fans of fake ass pricks
Who act like homies then dip
The minute I give my opinion on how to improve
Got offended and headed right back to dude
That embedded the bullshit mentality of yes you the dude
But your song it was trash man
[Chorus: Tom Orlando]

Making moves on some fucking type of woo shit
All these haters pull a pen up get all loose in this
With they hands in they pants all confused and shit
I kill the game
Know my name
Hit the snooze you bitch
Making moves on some fucking type of woo shit
All these haters pull a pen up get all loose in this
With they hands in they pants all confused and shit
I kill the game
Know my name
Hit the snooze you bitch