Pop Smoke - The Woo (ft. 50 Cent & Roddy Ricch) - Lyrics
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The song was produced by 808Melo.
The release of posthumous music is always bittersweet -- while it does provide a return visit from the ones we've lost, it also stands as a tough reminder that we'll never get to see these songs performed live.
And in the case of Pop Smoke, whose legacy was expanded with last night's release of Shoot For The Stars, Aim For The Moon, it's hard not to dwell on the lost potential.
While it's all but destined that the 50 Cent and Roddy Ricch-assisted "The Woo" is destined for charting success, Pop Smoke won't be able to take well-deserved pride in the accomplishment.
Still, there's plenty to enjoy on his latest, and for those who still appreciate 50 Cent's highly overlooked rapping ability, "The Woo" makes for an easy highlight.
Especially when you pair him with the immeasurably smooth Roddy Ricch, whose naturally melodic cadence seems to be the perfect match for guitars worldwide.
But the spotlight truly does belong to Pop Smoke, brief though his contributions may be, who switches his style up in an effortless fashion.
Though some may have pigeonholed him as a Brooklyn drill artist and nothing more, it's clear that Smoke's toolkit had corners ready to be explored.
Pop Smoke - The Woo (ft.
50 Cent & Roddy Ricch) (prod.
808Melo) Lyrics [Intro: Pop Smoke] She want a Woo nigga [Chorus: Pop Smoke] She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] I told her, "Ooh-woo-woo" Shawty wanna fuck me inside of the coupe I can take you out everywhere, fuck a jet fare Versace hotel with Versace robe, woah, woah Like you when you let down your hair with no comb And I stay to myself 'cause I never liked these hoes (Yeah) And she only liked the guap, red light these hoes Why would I waste my time on a shorty that don't got me on the front of her mind? Especially when you get designer and I wine and dine And the Bentley came with the wings like a number nine, yeah Come through, just us two I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too Come through, just us two I like you 'cause you cut how I'm cut too [Chorus: Pop Smoke & Roddy Ricch] She wanna fuck with the Woo (Ayy, she wanna fuck with the Woo, Woo) She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: 50 Cent] That's my kind of bitch, she be sayin' some shit Like, "When you gon' fly me in private, so I can land on that dick?" She said, "Tricks is for kids", she don't fall for the tricks She can handle her own, she just want some dick Got that big Birkin bag worth five, six figures You might be out your league, can you buy that, nigga? (Buy that) I pull up on her top gone on the Dawn, I'm the don You can fuck around, if you want, if you want Out in Bali, big swing, big dress Big ass, make her squirt and make a big mess Before we done, she ask "Where we gon' do it next?" Next, so wet it fucked up the seats in the jet She like all that gangsta shit Top down, ridin' 'round with the blick Who you with? Woo She like all that gangsta shit I said, "She like all that gangsta shit" [Chorus: Pop Smoke] She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo (Hahaha) [Verse 3: Pop Smoke] Let me take you to the candy shop (Candy shop) Show you all I got (All I got, all I got) I put the diamonds on your chain (Chain, uh) To match your diamond ring (Uh, uh, uh) I'm 092, nigga, Woo (Woo, back) Hate it or love it (Uh, uh), it's me and you (Woo) Let's turn her into something She said she love Woo niggas (Woo, uh) Them niggas who gon' pull triggers (Grrt, oh, nah, nah, nah) I was fine when I met you (Met you, pow) Then I sexed you (Woo) Then I left you (Uh) 'Cause your pussy felt insane (Insane, feel insane) And I don't got time to waste (No time to waste, let's get it in) [Chorus: Pop Smoke] She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo She wanna fuck with the Woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 50 cent