Loon

Loon - Hey Woo lyrics

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Oh (what you got player)

Oh (ah, uh)

Oh (ah, uh huh)

Hey yo Loon

Yo, when these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit

I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think

when a nigga got some cheddar

Girls be like (A LOON)!

Take that, get money, cars, player

That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah)

For her and some friends

You need to be careful playboy

You fine as shit, but um

These chicks got game like Michael Jordon, okay

Pump the cheap talk, I'ma just let the beat knock

What you got





Yeah I see you girl, why you lookin at me

And why your man in the club lookin trigger happy

It's a shame you don't hear me though

And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo

I get paid just to spit the flow

And I can't even explain when I get at yo

You know how long I've been gettin dough?

Used to rock full length mink with the finger low (okay)

Yep that's my forte, and chicks know Loon best at foreplay

I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo)

Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all day

And my mind is right, if you ain't about no money, better find a life, aight





(Hey Woo)

Boy that's what them hoes say

When they tell that money in your pocket, okay

(Hey Woo)

They be like (woo)

Credit cards and calls they go (Hey Loon)



(Woo)

Baby that's what them chicks say

When they see a superstar ridin in the fast lane

(Woo)

They be like (woo)

Now who that there?

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Uh, check it out yo, check it out now

Why's you all on me, friends is all on me

Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me

Tried to split but the chick keep callin me

Cause I be everything a baller be

Please believe me, my team is cheesy

Please be easy, me and Pee Wee easily

Like 'em red bone, short and sleezy

Get my second cup, start talkin greezy

We come consistent, young, relentless

No resistance, girls run from distance

When we come through, pimp hard like Michigan

And sip Dom, wrists armed, we glistenin

This chick on, this Dom, got Mrs. and

They silk on, that non new trenches and

High heel stilettos, I feel so ghetto

But switch to soft, couldn't get them off me









Hey yo, can I get some of this playboy

They call me Diddy

Yo when I come in the club I go hard

All black shapar, girls all on me like German shapar

Latest fashion from Hermain and tar

When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star?

P.D. back up for par Dolce jar

Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar

Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh)

V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right)

Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor

Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders

Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender

Flow like August, with arms like December

Twelve years playboy got more to remember

Been bounce back since that fall on a ninja

Ladies wanna see me fall and just timber

Bad Boy go home, what y'all don't remember









C'mon

Okay, you found me player

You know where I'm comin from (Hey Woo)

Haha, you got that paper nigga
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