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Womb lyrics

Performer Well

Womb song lyrics by Well official

Womb is a song in English

Mmmmmmmmm
Mmmm
Aye
Ayyyye
Ya
Ya
Young $well
Yeah
Aye
Shawty all up in my bag
Ask her if she here's to stay
Imma have to keep it pushing
Working hard up everybody
Yeah
Niggas really trip, yes I'm finna dip
If he want that smoke well pussy boy then eat a clip
Niggas want gas so you know I had to spray
Money always on my mind
Constant hustle waste no time
Steady spitting all these rhymes
Like you suckas can't compete
Way too hungry gotta eat
From the bottom we gone feast
Pray to god-like I'm a priest
All this violence in these streets
Niggas bloody he gone leak
Niggas pussy, you get beat
Ugh
Yes I'm tryna make it
Life they tryna take it
Niggas with the fake shit
I ain't wit the fake shit
If its bout the money then I'm getting to the bread
Niggas talking bout some smoke so we sent his ass to bed
Yugh
Niggas really tripping
Gotta keep a distance
Gotta get the chicken
Gotta be persistent
Question my existence
No one wants to listen
Aint giving assistance
Water I be dripping
Diamond Steady glistening
It's the same in every instance
Like
I can not change who I am
I could just try to do better
If its bout getting to cheese
You know I'm getting to chedder
These girls they messing wit me
You know I'm getting them wetter
Let me put on my yeezies
Throw on my new polo sweater
Ya
Ya
And I go hop in the bag
And I got haters they mad
Niggas be sweet like a fag
People stay lying hats cap
Kids out here carrying straps
Feel like Slim Shady relapse
Quick wit it you know I'm fast
Niggas talk sticks they gone blast
Twelve at the scene do the dash
Run it up, run it up fast
Ooohh
Racing boy, I'm getting back
Yeah
I'm like the flash, I do the dash
You can kick rocks, I get to stacks
Niggas be tripping but don't wanna hustle
I been through the dirt, the mud, and the rubble
Won't answer you questions don't need your rebuttal
These niggas stay talking, ain't built got no muscle
They tryna start beef, they scared of the trouble
My niggas is grouped like plays in the hudl
I'm big like a ocean, you small like a puddle
Won't latch on to nothing cuz we know you fumble
We know you gone stumble when niggas appear
You niggas is scared, my niggas don't fear
We don't need no weapons to make ourselves clear
These niggas is blades, you sharp like a spear
My niggas gone eat, we feast like a bear
If niggas start issues on gang I so swear
That I'm pulling up, there's smoke in the air
Your niggas is missing and you don't know where
Your niggas is at they all disappear
Noone in my circle cuz niggas is square
Square
Huh
Square
Huuuuuuugggghhhh
Aye
Shawty get up out my bag
Really thought that you were slick
Thought I was your freaking guy but we didn't even click
All you good for is some sex, and some sucking on my dick
I don't really want your love so you can keep and take that shit
Got respect for all you ladies but shawty you is not it
Said these niggas talking down reload the choppa
Get some sticks they finna get hit
Hit
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Writer: Alexander Jones
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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