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brahman – wok wok كلمات اغاني

[chorus: mo]
do the wock wock, so the n_ggas like to lean (b_tch)
eyes blood red, think you need some visine (woo)
hatin’ ass n_gga got [?] on the [?] (aye)
flexing real hard, i don’t even need to be (hm)
b_tch ass n_gga, can’t [?] on the [?] (woo)
smoke a lot of gas make my eyes chinese (aye)
spitting too hard, keep on drinking gasoline (aye)
n_ggas keep on hating, i’m not sharing all the green (aye)

[verse 1: royalty the kidd]
ice when i walk, you n_ggas is all ’bout the talk
walk in the booth with the sauce
how much it cost? sh_t ain’t a thing to a boss
if her name rachel i’m ross
you looking lost, but let me tell you what i found
no one can f_ck with me now
the king of my town, and if you disagree i dare you to come try and f_ck with the crown

[verse 2: egyptxan]
look at my body [?]
descend from a cloudy sky, and part the seas, it’s martyr season
think i need a senzu bean
i think i’m in too deep
i’m found face down, on the greener side of the grass, aye
singing through, f_ck it, you blink and it hit you
i look ‘cross the street and i see myself falling asleep
while i slide my katana right down in the sheath
sh_t get trippy off of the sticky
icky, sinister style, [?] n_gga
i’m not dreaming i’m a phoenix, i been here before
katana to dip, on my momma, this sh_t finna pop
’cause i got crystals in pocket
b_tch gone get split like a dutch
put my d_ck in her b_tt, she keep hittin’ me up, now
b_tch i won’t p_ss in no cup, cause i’m dirty as f_ck, aye
[verse 3: mo]
f_ck a n_gga and his b_tch, i’m focused on the green
if his b_tch who call my phone then she fit to get the d
looking like a [?] girl, she don’t mean sh_t to me
laid down in my bed, and she gone blow my ass a zip like, woah
mind on dope, i’m on slow, her head on woah
time to go, here come 5_0, and i can’t fold, oh no my bros
no i can’t be fake, i stay strong, like some [?]
my rhymes ain’t basic, and y’all rhymes are fake, and see
your wives, we taking, yeah
my squad, we baking, yeah
my mind is racing, in no time we made it, yeah

[verse 4: brahman]
aye, [?] in my walk, yeah
[?] on the block, yeah
samurai sword if you talk, yeah
me and mo never gone stop
we took it through the [?] silhouette it
looking in the night time, get your pillow wetted
with the red inside your head, because it’s sunset
need to get the blunt [?]
you don’t see the .40 to know i got a pump
and a gun with a 5 star [?]
all the sh_t that i generate gonna end your flow
she be up on the hennessy in the bando, hoe
i never make enough enemies, got a handful though
you got a handful of [?] homies that know me
we know what it like to be lonely
phony ass n_ggas ain’t ’bout sh_t
you got about as much gas as i put in one stout b_tch, yeah
sit on the couch and i smoke it to one of my albums
tiger like hobbs, and you calvin
n_gga, be clever and would he, robbin’ her hood and hit l!cks on the neighborhood city
[refrain: brahman]
give it to royalty, we ’bout that loyalty, long as you with it
wock wock, spitting not written
wock wock, hazy your vision
wock wock, lazy decisions
give it to royalty, we ’bout that loyalty, long as you with it
wock wock, spitting not written
wock wock, hazy your vision
wock wock, lazy decisions

- brahman

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