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Woah-ah-ah Woah-ah-ah Woah-ah-ah, ah Woah-oah La-la-la, la, la, la Woah, la (Oh) Ah, ah, ah (Woah, la, la, la) Baby, cook some' Took the 95 to the 110 Headed your way, through the pape' and drape Through the yellow tape, blew the motor, got the Toyota on the tow way Took it to José, it took him four days He said, "It's the transmission," I said, "No way," uh Them the days we couldn't buy no gourmet Forget the bad things that happened with the foreplay So when we walkin' in any venue, it's a light show Catch a dinner and a movie, wear your nice clothes I throw the burner phone away, I go ice cold Can't lose my main bitch fuckin' with my side hoеs I know she mad when the tеxt is full of typos She ask me 'bout this chick Alexis, she like 5'4", uh She don't care about me, she entitled I'm fuckin' her and I fucked the bitch she idol I'm inspired by the women with no rivals I'm inspired by the women that wanna be politicians Letras de cancionesInspired by the women that leisure is "go and get it" The independent women that never need men to listen I caught my mama cryin' 'bout dude, I couldn't get it And since then, I hated every boyfriend she been with Oh La, la Woah From Letras Mania