95 lyrics for "Woo-woo yeah"
Oh and a woo-hoo I can feel 'em flyin' Yeah it's all we've been given, Like a hand out the window in the wind. The cars go by, So you better start livin' right now 'Cause days go by, And days go by, Take 'em by the hand,
PlayShe said, when I be in the club Posted with my thugs, that I be so elegant She can't get enough I'm looking at your body, yeah and I can't get enough Just know, it ain't fuckin' love I'm getting to the money and the money come alive She can't get enough
PlayCome thru, mi waan you freak me Come thru, mi waan you freak This body leave marks pon my skin when you miss me Come thru, mi waan you freak me, gyal Gwan big up urself Ohh, ohh, yeah girl I tell her farwad yuh zeen She move left, mi gwan right then she
PlayIce tray, young nigga flooded (ice ice ice, yeah) Coupe outside and it's press button (skrt skrt) Got that nigga mad 'cause your bitch fuckin' (hah) Fuck it, ice tray the gang (fuck it), ice tray the gang (woo) Ice tray the gang (ice), ice tray the gang
PlayYou turn my ovens on (Flame) Burn the house to the lawn (Flame) It was Adam and Eve And the God in the trees And the snake, oh yeah Cause everybody is destined To learn all these lessons alone Don't be afraid This gon' wake you up (woo-woo)
PlayRemind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to
PlayI, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers And I, I believe we're made to be here for each other And we'll never fall if we walk hand in hand Put a world that seems broken together again Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins Love will, love can,
PlayMy legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my only friend, A stomach full of pills didn't work again, So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, Yeah I'll see you tomorrow. I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone,
PlayDo you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,
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