Big Woos Song Lyrics
Description:- Big Woos Lyrics DUSTY LOCANE & Rah Swish are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer DUSTY LOCANE. This song is from UNTAMED album. This song will release on 3 December 2021.
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Song:– Big Woos
Singer:– DUSTY LOCANE
Album:– UNTAMED
Producer:– Shod Beatz
Written:– Shod Beatz, Rah Swish & DUSTY LOCANE
Label:– EMPIRE & 95MM
Big Woos Lyrics DUSTY LOCANE & Rah Swish
[Intro]
(Ayo, ShodBeatz)
[Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE]
Big woos, with me
Talk out your neck, you get hit with the semi
Bendin’ in foreigns, this ain’t no renty
Big breesh, plenty
I’m dripped in Dior, Balenci’ I’m steppin’
I keep a torch, that is my weapon
Freak treesh, Henny
She want some dick, she get plenty
Rather cry in the rain or a Bentley?
Big breesh, big woos, freak treesh, big blues
AP, big jewels, 6-O, Shu Shu (Look)
[Verse 1: DUSTY LOCANE]
How you claim you a stepper?
When shit that you did in the street nobody remember?
No false call, applying the pressure
Say that you tough, you light as a feather
Trеasure, treasure
What’s minе could never be yours
Change up the weather, I back out the torch
Speed up a nigga meeting with the lord
Met her in Houston, she was seductive
Slick talk, she know what she doin’
She told me be honest, I told her, “Of course”
Ain’t makin’ no promise, won’t show no remorse (No remorse)
Wanna stick around the Fevers?
Send the drop, get them sauced
Sweep up the scene, get ’em gone
We gon’ leave that nigga in the morgue, look (Morgue)
What you want, the crip or the set?
Put your life on the line ’bout a nigga respect
Shoot out the V, fuck a ref
Infrared beam on the TEC (On the TEC)
Put trigger fingers to the test, they right but I’m left
The .40 got kick, it gon’ blow through your vest
They call up the coroner to clean up the mess
My dog in the game, I told him, “Be blessed”
Fumble the pack, we abort ’em, it’s extortion
My niggas, they all need a portion
Put they soul in the air for auction
Space walkin’ like a martian
In my line of sight, then you a target
Walkin’, barkin’
All my woos know the chorus (Woo)
[Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE & Rah Swish]
Big woos, with me (That’s a whole lotta Suvys)
Talk out your neck, you get hit with the semi
Bendin’ in foreigns, this ain’t no renty
Big breesh, plenty (And a whole lotta money)
I’m dripped in Dior, Balenci’, I’m steppin’
I keep a torch, that is my weapon
Freak treesh, Henny (Treesha)
She want some dick, she get plenty (She get plenty)
Rather cry in the rain or a Bentley (Cry in a Bentley)
Big breesh (Big breesh), big woos (Big woos)
Freak treesh (Freak treesh), big blues (Big blues)
AP (AP), big jewels (Big jewels)
6-O (Hol’ on), Shu Shu
[Verse 2: Rah Swish]
9 shots
Talkin’ ’bout woo shit, then you better mention me (Woo)
Do what I want, what the fuck is they tellin’ me?
I got a AR for times they was testin’ me
Don’t be a fool or you’ll get mopped up, body look nasty, go turn your thot up
Shot out my whips in the spot, but I brought some niggas that’s still on the walk-up
Give me the addy, I’m doing the pop-ups
I put lil’ bro on a drill, that’s an opp hurt
I had to ask if she wanted the woo
She told me, “Baby, I already got one” (Treesha)
Trap on the road only ate on the pit stop (Pit stop)
Girl, I’ma thug, I ain’t just doing hip-hop
I told her “Tick-tock (Tick-tock), tick-tock” (Tick-tock)
They do they dance on Tik-Tok
I never flip-flop, carry a big chop
Say he the big what? (Brrt) He get a big shot (Bow)
Do with two hands ’cause this shit like to kickbox (Bow)
I got two bitches with me tryna lip-lock, uh
On real nigga time
What would they be if it wasn’t for mine?
Went through it all, definition of grind
Got dragged through the muscle so y’all niggas could shine
And clear up the closing doors, please
I could show you what’s slime
I’m tryna lick her (Lick her), stick her (Stick her)
Baby girl bad like Kendall Jenner
Do you want cry in the Wraith or a block in the city? (What?)
Barely show love, I ain’t showin’ no pity
Whole lotta woos, whole lotta woos in the spot came with me (Woo)
[Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE & Rah Swish]
Big woos, with me (That’s a whole lotta Suvys)
Talk out your neck, you get hit with the semi
Bendin’ in foreigns, this ain’t no renty
Big breesh, plenty (And a whole lotta money)
I’m dripped in Dior, Balenci’, I’m steppin’
I keep a torch, that is my weapon
Freak treesh, Henny (Treesha)
She want some dick, she get plenty (She get plenty)
Rather cry in the rain or a Bentley (Cry in a Bentley)
Big breesh (Big breesh), big woos (Big woos)
Freak treesh (Freak treesh), big blues (Big blues)
AP (AP), big jewels (Big jewels)
6-O (Hol’ on), Shu Shu
[Outro]
(Ayo, Shod Beatz)
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