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Lil Durk - Wooh feat. Key Glock (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
BUM
BUM
Programming
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
Mario Martinez, Jr.
Mario Martinez, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BUM
BUM
Producer
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Why you not buying no planes no more?
Shootouts we don't fight no more
Why you not rocking your ice no more
I don't wear my clothes twice no more
Why you don't carry your pipe no more?
You say I don't fuck her twice no more
Why you don't fuck with them racks no more?
Why you not coppin no pounds no more?
I don't even think about dying no more
Why that chain don't shine no more
Why you don't be with the fam no more
Why do you **** don't slide no more
Me and the streets compatible
AP flooding radical
Gucci channel I bought it too
Don't sit green cuz that won't do
(Ooh, ooh)
Tired of you
(Ooh, ooh)
Bentley coupe
(Ooh, ooh)
Taxin you
(Ooh, ooh)
Lie to who? Groupies
[Verse 2]
Killers turn to groupies
Robbers turn to groupies
All this shit is goofy
This shit like a movie
Nike-Ikey I keep shooting (Boom)
Yeah, I know **** tooted, ooted
I don't know how you can do it, ooh
You play with me you disappear, poof (Houdini)
These Percs they got me skinny
Everyday **** dying like Kenny
Start popping when I park that Bentley
Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney
Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy
Yeah, kicked her out like Lord forgive me
[Verse 3]
Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh
Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh
Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh
Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh
[Verse 4]
Wooh, quarter million dollar coupe
Wooh, yeah, I just lost a roof
Wooh, bitch, I like my money blue
Wooh, ballin' like I go to Duke, ah
Shoot bitch I'm straight from Memphis
I keep extensions with me
These hoes they ain't worth a penny
But we still pimpin' bitches
Can't stop bitch my shit ain't rented
I'm sliding foreign tinted
With a couple killers in it
We fucked these back too many
Yeah bitch, you know the business
We on the road to riches
Yeah bitch, you know the business
We gettin' a lot of digits
Young **** with plenty money and ammunition
New baguettes with no pendant
Every bitch ain't cost a 50
[Verse 5]
Wooh, wooh-wooh, wooh-wooh, wooh-wooh, wooh, wooh
Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh
Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh
Wooh, wooh (You're dead)
Written by: Durk Banks, Dwan Avery, Mario Martinez, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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