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buffetboyjohn - okay كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(okay, okay, okay, okay)
(okay, okay, okay, okay)
(okay, okay, okay, okay)
(okay, okay, okay, okay)
(okay, okay, okay, okay)
(okay, okay, okay, okay)
(okay, okay, okay, okay)

[chorus]
new b_tch she hop in i’m switching the lanes
new rick, i cop it you still rockin’ bape
this sh_t i’m rocking i can’t even name
this stick on hip if you think it’s a game
oh sh_t, new bands and i just hit the play
no pain, he don’t want the bucket be lame
i shoot it from deep i don’t score in the paint
told that boy to show me up and that n_gga went blank, okay
know i’m jolly i walk in the bank, okay
why this b_tch want to tell me to stay, okay
.45 on my hip ain’t no fake, okay
why this b_tch tryna link it with me it’s too late
i boast, i brag all these racks in yo face
why these n_ggas want to talk about me ’cause they fake
i can’t f_ck up my chest ain’t no graba in this j
and you know i ate good, where the f_ck is my plate
[bridge]
(yeah_yeah)
okay (yeah_yeah)
yeah, okay, uh (yeah_yeah)
yuh, okay, uh (yeah_yeah)

[verse]
when i hop in that beamer i’m floorin’
tourin’ the places i’m goin’
this b_tch keep on applying the pressure i’m goin’
and she too fanned out why the f_ck she recordin’
b_tch i’m with the five, n_gga we tourin’
spent my day countin’ pape, yeah this sh_t gettin’ borin’
19_1942 i’m pourin’, and i’m downin’ my cup it got me throwin’ up
they want to come on this side when they see that i’m goin’ up
i said, “f_ck all these n_ggas they can’t be on ‘cord with us”
yeah, ball up baby pg1, n_gga that’s me i really been that one
but i can’t leave the team it really just been us
whole team eatin’ good these pockets really stuffed

[chorus]
new b_tch she hop in i’m switching the lanes
new rick, i cop it you still rockin’ bape
this sh_t i’m rocking i can’t even name
this stick on hip if you think it’s a game
oh sh_t, new bands and i just hit the play
no pain he don’t want the bucket be lame
i shoot it from deep i don’t score in the paint
told that boy to show me up and that n_gga went blank, okay
know i’m jolly i walk in the bank, okay
why this b_tch want to tell me to stay, okay
.45 on my hip ain’t no fake, okay
why this b_tch tryna link it with me it’s too late
i boast, i brag all these racks in yo face
why these n_ggas want to talk about me ’cause they fake
i can’t f_ck up my chest ain’t no graba in this j
and you know i ate good, where the f_ck is my plate

- buffetboyjohn

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